It is made of the jubilant sparrows, All chirping a different song, And the song sparrow singing supremely, So royally rippling along. It is made of the chirruping robins, The orioles carolling gay, The pewees plaintively urgent, The trumpeting crow and the jay. It is made of the yellowthroat's whistle, And the redstart's sibilant rune, Of the towhee's militant summons, And the vireo's iterant tune. It's a rare and imperial chorus, So jauntily merry and true: Bird brothers! 'tis mightily pleasant Beginning the day's work with you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS BE STILL, MY SOUL by ARCHILOCHUS WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SHEEP AT MOUNTAIN PASTURE by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY |