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. In a feathered dream. Followed grebe and meadowlark, Saw them sing and splash.