THE BLUEBIRD
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WHEN God had made a host of them, One little flower still lacked a stem To hold its blossom blue; So into it He breathed a song, And suddenly, with petals strong As wings, away it flew. |
THE WOODPECKER
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THE wizard of the woods is he; For in his daily round, Where'er he finds a rotting tree, He makes the timber sound. |
CHIMNEY STACKS
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IN winter's cold and summer's heat The hospitable chimneys greet Their never-failing guests; For when the sparks are upward gone, The swallows downward come anon, To build their neighboring nests. |