awed, and waved their little pink clover sunbonnets helplessly in the
air till Father Cricky said he did wish they would stop, it kept him
from seeing the music he was studying for the Marsh Grass Vesper
Quartette.

"What is it, Father?" called Chee, who was always curious.

"It's a Cantata," said Mr. Cricky. Chee nudged Chirk and whispered:

"Say, what's that?"

"O, I don't know," said Chirk, "let's ask him to sing it, then we'll
find out."

"All right, you do," said Chee.

Father Cricky was very glad to sing it, and this was the song he sang:

_Tree-Top Cantata

Moderately fast_

Swing tree top, swing,
This morning bright
Swing gold and green
In gay sunlight
Swing, tree-top, swing.

Swing tree top, swing
In night time too,