A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,
Too sweet fer anything!
The winter's shroud was rent apart—
The sun burst forth in glee—
And when that bluebird sung, my heart
Hopped out o' bed with me!
—Riley.
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| FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES. | SWIFT FOX. ¼ Life-size. | COPYRIGHT 1899, NATURE STUDY PUB. CO., CHICAGO. |
