I teach you the wisdom of the woods, and you forget.

The bird may see a worm or a moth or something else that is good to eat, and then he will stop singing to dart for his food.

A bird must eat, and his love of music often gives way to his love of food." "You speak as if you were talking from a book." "I learned your language mostly out of books, and so I speak as they are written.

Ah, the song of the bird has stopped and he has gone away! But we do not know whether he has been alarmed by the coming of our enemy or has seen food that he pursues." "It's food, Tayoga; I can hear him, faintly, singing in another tree, some distance to our right.

Probably having captured the worm or the moth or whatever it was he was pursuing, and having devoured it, he is now patting his stomach in his pleasure and singing in his joy." "And as a sentinel he is no longer of any use to us.