The Dusky Wood-Swallow

Surely must you know me, Friendly and content; All my actions show me Freely confident; With my band of toilers, When the blue days smile: Little Jacky Martin Come to stay a while. Every town and village Knows me, every farm. Mine no wish to pillage, Mine no will to harm; Busy in the orchard, My pest-destroying band: Little Jacky Martin Come to lend a hand. Suddenly appearing In far forest land When you've cut a clearing, Lo, I am at hand, Wheeling, soaring floating Where the new fields bask; Little Jacky Martin Come to aid the task. In the chilly weather See us in the trees, Huddled up together Like the swarming bees. Awing again and toiling When the chill days end; Little Jacky Martin Everybody's friend.