A is an Auk,
Of the Artic sea,
He lives on the ice,
Where the winds blow free.

B     b

B is a Blue Bird.
In early spring,
How sweet his songs
Through the forest ring.

C    c

C is a Condor,
On the Andes’ height,
He plumes his wings
For a lofty flight.

D     d

D is a Duck.
Of the canvas back sort,
To shoot at a flock
Is considered fine sport.

E    e

E’s a Bald Eagle,
So bold and so free;
On the flag of our country
He spans land and sea.

F    f

F is a Fish Hawk,
Who lives on the shore:
He catches his prey
Mid the ocean’s roar.

G    g

G is a Goose;
His feathers we take
And put them in sacking
Our beds to make.

H    h

H is a Humming Bird,
Sporting mid flowers
And brightly enjoying
The sunny hours.

I    i

I is an Ibis,
Who wanders in bogs,
And lives upon lizards,
And fishes and frogs.

J    j

J is a Jay,
With his blue and white coat,
With a crest on his head,
And a ring round his throat.

K    k

K is a King Bird,
Pugnacious and bold:
A hero in fight,
And a terrible scold.

L     l

L is a Lark,
A sociable bird;
His song in the meadow
Is frequently heard.

M    m

M is a Magpie,
He lives at the west,
Steals and scolds and eats carrion;
He’s none of the best.

N    n

N is a Night Heron,
Of fishes quite fond;
He looks for them now,
As he stands by the pond.

O    o

O is an Owl,
Who hides through the day;
And comes out at night,
To seek for his prey.

P     p

P is a Pigeon
So rapid in flight,
That before you can shoot him
He’s gone out of sight.

Q    q

Q is a Quail,
Who hides in a tree,
And whistles “Bob-White”
With lively glee.

R    r

R is the Robin,
So kind and so good,
Who covered with leaves,
The poor babes in the wood.

S    s

S is the Swallow,
She darts through the air
To catch little insects,
Her favorite fare.

T     t

T is a Turkey,
A fine dashing beau,
By his fuming and strutting,
His pride you may know.

U    u

U’s the Upupa,
Or Hoopoe. His crest
He can raise or lower,
As suits him best.

V     v

V is a Vulture,
Who feeds on the dead,
When the dark battle-field,
With corpses is spread.

W    w

W’s a Woodpecker,
Who with his long bill,
Bores holes in a tree
And of worms eats his fill.

X     x

X is Xanthoronus,
Or Baltimore Bird.
Oft in our orchards,
His music is heard.

Y    y

Y is a Yellow Bird,
With feathers so bright,
Who sings all the day,
And sleeps all the night.

Z     z