For The Children

Do tou know why the birdies, my darhng, Sing so swcetly the whole summcr long, Chirp so smoolhly their trilla and their twitM&keV rarc-ly "fake nptcs,"' in a BODgi 'Tis becaueo thej uve up in the mornlnsti And out by the tirst pcep oí tbe day ; Thoy meet in tbe wooiie aml they pracUce, And Love is their leader, they say.