Читать книгу Birds and Nature Vol. 11 No. 5 [May 1902] - Various - Страница 7

My song consists of all the notes

That flow from feathered songsters’ throats;

My heart is thrilled with all their pain,

Their sorrow, love, and joy again.

They have but taken of my song

A measure, which they warble long.

So let my protest now be heard —

O call me not a Mocking-bird!