Don’t Kill the Birds
September 1979

“Don’t Kill the Birds,” Friend, Aug.–Sept. 1979, 16

Don’t Kill the Birds

1. Don’t kill the little birds,

That sing on bush and tree,

All thro’ the summer days,

Their sweetest melody.

Don’t shoot the little birds!

The earth is God’s estate,

And He provideth food

For small as well as great.

2. Don’t kill the little birds,

Their plumage wings the air,

Their trill at early morn

Makes music ev’rywhere. …

Think of the good they do

In all the orchards ’round;

No hurtful insects thrive

Where robins most abound.

Music, Don’t Kill the Birds