The Brown Thrush

HERE'S amerry brown thrush sitting up in the tree- "He's singing to me! He's singing to me!" Andwhat does he say, little girl, little boy? "Oh, the world's running over with joy! Don't you hear? don't you see? Hush! Look! In my tree, I'm as happy as happy can be!" And the brown thrush keeps singing, "Anest do you see, And five eggs hid by mein the juniper-tree? Don't meddle! don't touch! little girl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy! Now I'm glad! now I'm free! And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me." THE BLUE JAY So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; Andhe sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy; But long it won't be, Don't you know? don't you see? Unless we are as good as can be?"