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Rosie's Returns
2017 March 5
2018 March 2
2019 Feb. 23
2020 March 5
2021 Feb. 18
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An osprey flew to the crane, Early one Spring Day. Sat and chirped in the misting rain, All the livelong day. "Rosie, Rosie, my mate, Where are you today?" How much longer must I wait? Are you on your way?" When the hour had grown late, So dark he could not see, And he had not seen his mate, He flew to the RYC. "Rosie, Rosie, my mate, Where are you tonight? I am waiting here for you Until the morning light." Late the next day, from the west, In Rosie flew. She flew straight to the nest, To find her Richie true. "Richie, Richie, my mate, I am now here. But it is growing late, Are you somewhere near?" Richie, fishing o'er the Bay, Heard her loud and clear, So he flew straight away To his Rosie dear. "Rosie, here I come, To you I will be true. We can build ourselves a nest, And raise a family too." Now we eagerly await A New Osprey Year. Watch for the couple to mate, Eggs and chicks appear. Rosie, Richie too, Our own osprey, We are glad to see you, Welcome back today! midi | Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard an osprey on the nest singing to his mate. "Oh, Rosie, where are you? Are you on your way? Won't you please come back to me today?" Then Richie took off, to his other nest he flew, Spent the night there with his lover fair. "Maybe I'll stay right here, next to you, my dear, For my mate Rosie is nowhere near." Early the next evening, just as the sun was setting, An osprey flew to the nest, looking for her mate. She chirped,"Richie,my mate,Richie,where are you? Won't you return to this nest and be true?" So Richie flew back to the Whirley Crane nest, To find his loyal mate and to her be true. She soon lay three eggs, just as pretty as could be, And soon they were raising a family. (a favorite tune of midi, played on recorder by The Friendly Giant on TV in the 50's.) Come home Rosie, Rosie come home Come home Rosie, Rosie come home Every autumn Rosie flies to southern grounds and you know, Richie, he never follows her down. Rosie we don’t care what nature makes you do ‘cause we want you to come home and Richie does too. And so we sing now Come home Rosie, Rosie come home Come home Rosie, Rosie come home Rosie, Richie needs to see your speckled chest Rosie lay your eggs into your and Richie’s nest Rosie hang your talons down, into our view. Richie bring your mate some fish and some sticks too And so we sing now Come home Rosie, come home, come home! So come home Rosie, home home, come home! Well make it, make it, make it Rosie! We make it, make it, make it -- yeah!! Come, home, come home!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Come home Rosie, Rosie come HOME Come Home Rosie, Rosie come Home |