- Don't shoot the birds, the warbling birds,
- That cheer you with their song,
- That fill the air with melodies
- A bright and happy throng;
- That carol forth their native lays
- From shrub and lofty limb,
- And gaily sing their tuneful strains
- From morn till evening dim.
- Don't shoot the birds, the harmless birds,
- That come with buds and flowers,
- That sooth the farmer's weary toil
- Through summer's sultry hours;
- That build their nest and brood their young
- Beside your cottage door,
- And linger near from early spring
- Till autumn's golden store.
- Don't shoot the birds, the sportive birds,
- That flirt o'er hill and plain,
- That leave when chilling winter comes,
- But soon return again;
- That warble out their hymns of praise
- With many a gleeful voice,
- Which claims the daily cares of life,
- And bids the heart rejoice.
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
Don't Shoot the Birds - An 1857 Poem
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