'Maids, maids, maids, hang on your tea-kettle-ettle-ettle,' some people fancy the bird says, and the short song fits these words very well.

But when this Sparrow sings his best music, all trembling with love and joy, he forgets about such a simple thing as the tea-kettle! Now it is a grand banquet he tells you of, with flowers and music; then he stops suddenly, remembering that he is only a little brown bird, and sings to his favorite alder bush by the brook a soft apology for having forgotten himself.

This Sparrow even dreams music in the spring, when you will often hear his notes in the darkest hours of the night.
"The eggs are as varied as the songs, being light blue or whitish, with every imaginable sort of brown marking--no two sets are exactly alike.
Birds' eggs often vary in color, like their plumage, and the different hues seem fitted to hide the eggs; for those of birds that nest in holes and need no concealing are usually plain white.
"If you ever make a bird calendar at Orchard Farm, you may be able to write this Sparrow's name in every month of the year.

Another good thing about this happy faithful bird is, that his tribe increases in Birdland, in spite of all dangers." "My mother loves Song Sparrows," said Rap.

"She says they are a great deal of company for her when she is doing her washing out under the trees.