THE starlings they have come to town, With polka dots on their robes of brown; They sit a crowd on the old plane tree, And sing this quaint old melody: Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! They come with winter snow and sleet— Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! Oh, starling, starling, tell me true Of pleasant lands that have sheltered you Of running brook and woodland tree! This is the tale he told to me: Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! Above the hum of busy street— Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! The starlings all will fly away, With ice and snow on a sunshine day, Starling, starling, do not go! I miss your pretty singing so: Chirp, chirp, cheep, cheep, tweet, tweet, sweet! 'Tis but the sparrows in the street— Chirp, chirp, cheep, cheep, tweet, tweet, sweet! In summer, in a woodland glade, When I shall walk all unafraid, Lured by the blossom and the bee, I'll hear this quaint old melody: Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! And echo call from her retreat— Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! The starlings they have come from town, With polka dots on their robes of brown: Oh, starling, starling, tell me true, Of city far, now what think you? Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! This fine tale he did repeat— Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS THE ISLAND OF THE SCOTS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE |