Bird Egotism

A vireo sings in the top of the tree
The whole of the livelong day.
He sings: “See me! Look at me! See me!”
And that is all he can say.
He is well worth looking at, natty and trim
In his garments of olive green;
He is hard at work on his leafy limb,
And he wears the friendliest mien.
But he sings: “Here, here! Look at me! Look, look!
See me! Look at me! Do, do!”
And that is the whole of his wisest book,
Declaiming it through and through.
I like his grit, and I like his cheer,
And surely he’s good to see;
But I own it is tiresome forever to hear;
“See me! Look at me! See me!”