The distress of the bereaved parents, as they hovered and screamed over the frightened crying children they so long had loved and sheltered and fed, was pitiful to see; but the shining soldier rode grandly away on his big gray horse, caring only for the few pennies the young Songbirds would bring and the beer they would buy, while we all, sisters and brothers, were crying and sobbing.
"The Story of My Boyhood and Youth"
John Muir
A child is in his natural setting amidst the flowers and Songbirds.
"Autobiography of a YOGI"
Paramhansa Yogananda
The blackbird sings in the scorching sun at noonday, when the other Songbirds are silent.
"Greene Ferne Farm"
Richard Jefferies