“Don’t Kill the Birds,” Friend, Aug.–Sept. 1979, 16Don’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 foodFor small as well as great.2. Don’t kill the little birds,Their plumage wings the air,Their trill at early mornMakes music ev’rywhere. …Think of the good they doIn all the orchards ’round;No hurtful insects thriveWhere robins most abound.