The Wood-Warbler

Nice to see thee sitting in a tree,
My friend the warbler, deceptively named,
Thou singeth to the sky with a heart that's free,
For this thy wrong name cannot be blamed.

Thy colored feathers dazzle the eye,
Thy plumage unique in diversity,
Thy bright tone makes me want to cry
As long as thou stayeth in the vicinity.

But as lovely as thy songs may be,
I cannot learn which song thou art singing;
Thy kind's melodies are similar to me,
So I do not know whose notes are ringing.

I love thee, lovely, sweet warbler,
Thou brighten the sky and enlighten the day,
But how I wish that it was easier
To recognize you by ear in May.