Would you like to hear them ?" "Sure!" cried the fun-loving Rover, and then Songbird commenced to recite: "I spread my wings on the balmy air, And float and float I know not where.
I rise, I fall, I fall, I rise, For I am monarch of the skies!" "Bang up, Songbird! Couldn't be better!" cried Tom.

"Give us another dip, like the small boy said of the ice-cream." And the would-be poet continued: "I rush along when skies are blue, And when it hails I sail right through! I feel----" "Hold on, Songbird! You've got to change that line.

We didn't sail right through when it hailed--we came down just as quickly as we could." "Oh, that's only a figure of speech," answered the would-be poet loftily, and then he continued: "I feel I can sail anywhere, For I am monarch of the air!" "Good for you!" put in Sam, who was present.

"For A, No.

1, first-grade poetry apply to Songbird every time." "There are sixteen verses in all," went on the poet, eagerly.