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'Come out of it, Clem !'
Spring
A little bird in Burnet Woods,
Sat up upon his leafy bough.
"Oh, what a funnj' Avorld it is,"
Fie said, I cannot saj' just how.
Along the roadway, sauntering sloAV,
A couple he saw draw near.
"Oil goodness me," he softlj' sighed,
"What is it Ave have here?"
"A man, a girl! now as I live,
The third I've seen todaj'!
To know, an awful lot I'd give.
What brings them all this way!"
He pushed the feathers from his ear.
The two unknowing came.
The little bird flien leaned far down
To see what he could hear.
"Ah gwan, aw gwan!"
The man's low tones he caught.
"1 don' wanna, I don' wanna!"
Said the maid, and she meant it—not!
A bird-voice thrilled the balmy air.
What it really said was this:
"Don't waste time you poor, mere man!
Asking for a kiss."
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