JOHN JAMES AUDUBON
            Stephen Vincent Bene't
                p. 1933
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    Some men live for warlike deeds,
    Some for women's words.
    John James Audubon
    Lived to look at birds.

    Pretty birds and funny birds,
    All our native fowl
    From the little cedar waxwing
    To the Great Horned Owl.
    
    Let the wind blow hot or cold,
    Let it rain or snow,
    Everywhere the birds went
    Audubon would go.
    
    Scrambling through a wilderness,
    Floating down a stream,
    All around America
    In a feathered dream.
    
    Thirty years of traveling,
    Pockets often bare,
    (Lucy Bakewell Audubon
    Patched them up with care).
    
    Followed grebe and meadowlark,
    Saw them sing and splash.
    (Lucy Bakewell Audubon
    Somehow raised the cash).
    
    Drew them all the way they lived
    In their habitats.
     (Lucy Bakewell Audubon
    Sometimes wondered "Cats?")
    
    Colored them and printed them
    In a giant book,
    "Birds of North America"--
    All the world said, "Look!"
    
    Gave him medals and degrees,
    Called him noble names,
    --Lucy Bakewell Audubon
    Kissed her queer John James.
    
              
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