Show SPOILING THE WILDWOOD tho the wind blows free and the hovering mist as t cizes gives w way ay to the suns bright glow the sighing oak by the zephyr kissed has a song that Is sweet and low afar in the valley the stream extends like a ribbon of silver bright and the birds that build where tho the willow bends aro are happy from morn till til night along come who bring their lunch and they scarcely regard the scene tho the chipmunk sits and observes them munch A pickle or a sardine oh nature with all her ep plans anger must surely feel As we strew the landscape with old tin cans and paper and orange peel DONT DO IT ANY |