SING, PRETTY BIRDS.



SING, pretty birds, and build your nests, 

The fields are green, the skies are clear; 

Sing, pretty birds, and build your nests, 

The world is glad to have you here.

Among the orchards and the groves, 

While summer days are fair and long,

You brighten every tree and bush, 

You fill the air with loving song.

At early dawn your notes are heard 

In happy greeting to the day,

Your twilight voices softly tell

When sunshine hours have passed away.

Sing, pretty birds, and build your nests, 

The fields are green, the skies are clear;

Sing, pretty birds, and build your nests, 

The world is glad to have you here. 





The Nursery for May.