Gold and brown, and brown and gold.

Brown and gold, and red and brown,
How they hurried, scurried down
For a frolic,
For a rolic,
Through the country and the town,
Brown and gold, and red and brown.




[Illustration: A bird in a tree]

A STORY OF BIRD LIFE

I


Once there came to our fields a pair of birds. They had never built a
nest nor seen a winter.

Oh, how beautiful was everything! The fields were full of flowers, the
grass was growing tall, and the bees were humming everywhere.

One of the birds fell to singing, and the other bird said, "Who told you
to sing?"

He answered, "The flowers and the bees told me. The blue sky told me,
and you told me."