1780-1851
Some men live for warlike deeds,
Some for womens 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.
