THE
Hfuinining-Bird qnd the Buéterfly,

TuereE met one day in warm July,

A humming-bird and butterfly ;

They were in truth a lovely pair

As ever sported in the air.

“You brilliant creature,” said the bird,
“ Of your bright hues I’ve often heard,
But never in the earth or air,

Have I beheld a form so fair.

If you would only condescend

To be my firm and constant friend,
Our time we'd pass right merrily.”