'Mr. Macaw was tired of his cage--
Too much of a prison for home;
Mr. Macaw was in a great rage,
And so he _settled_ to roam.
The cage-door was open, the window too
(Strange chance, both open together!),
So he took his chance and away he flew;
But, alas! it was wintry weather.
Wind from the north, ground covered with rime,
A frost that made your limbs shiver;
Poor Mr. Macaw! this was not like the clime
On the banks of the Amazon River.
So Mr. Macaw grew wise, as do men,
When taught by experience bitter;
He flew back to his cage, and determined then
He would never again be a flitter.'"
[Illustration: FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES.
A. W. MUMFORD, PUBLISHER, CHICAGO.
CAROLINA PAROQUET.
Life-size.
CHICAGO COLORTYPE CO.
COPYRIGHT 1899, BY
NATURE STUDY PUB. CO., CHICAGO.]