Be the weather never so cold, we hear
    Your voice in the tree-tops, trombone clear: 
"Come out in the bitter!"^__"Now what do you

fear ?' 

But ever your challenge, bright trumpeter, varies: 
"Come hither !"^__"Come hurry!"^__"Come see the

green prairies!" 

"Wild roses !"^__"Primroses!"^__"Blue vetches !"^__

"S^__o n^__e^__a^__r!"

^__Amanda T. Jones.