THE THRUSH’S SONG

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 792, 12 October 1929, Page 33

THE THRUSH’S SONG

Hark to the thrush in the old oak tree . . . What does he sing? "What does he sing? • He sings of liis nest and his little ones three And the wonderful freedom of spring. That’s what he sings with a voice full of glee, Right away up on the old oak tree, Where the branches gently swing. —Lorna Finlayson, aged 10. A GAME FOR THE SANDS You can play this game on the sands. All the players are blindfolded but one. He stands up, and other players kneel down on the sands. The leader places a ball somewhere on the sands —not far away out of reach or in a place difficult to get at, of course—and when he says "Go," the blindfolded players crawl about to discover the ball. The one who finds it takes the place of the odd player and places it next time.

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