He did n’t know much music <br />When first he come along; <br />An’ all the birds went wonderin’ <br />Why he did n’t sing a song. <br /> <br />They primped their feathers in the sun, <br />An’ sung their sweetest notes; <br />An’ music jest come on the run <br />From all their purty throats! <br /> <br />But still that bird was silent <br />In summer time an’ fall; <br />He jest set still an’ listened, <br />An’ he would n’t sing at all! <br /> <br />But one night when them songsters <br />Was tired out an’ still, <br />An’ the wind sighed down the valley <br />An’ went creepin’ up the hill; <br /> <br />When the stars was all a-tremble <br />In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue, <br />An’ the daisy in the darkness <br />Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,— <br /> <br />There come a sound o’ melody <br />No mortal ever heard, <br />An’ all the birds seemed singin’ <br />From the throat o’ one sweet bird! <br /> <br />Then the other birds went Mayin’ <br />In a land too fur to call; <br />Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’ <br />When one bird could sing fer all!<br /><br />Frank Lebby Stanton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mocking-bird-6/
