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THE TREES AND THE WIND.
Squirrels are chattering;
Nuts are pattering;
Let's go play
In the woods to-day,
Where the wind with the trees
Is having his way.
You can hear him say,
“Take care of these
As you do of the bees.
Winter is coming;
The partridge is drumming;
And you must provide
Snug rooms inside,
Where the little gray jackets may house and hide.
I will blow you down and break you in two
If you don't do the thing I tell you to do!”
Nuts are pattering;
Let's go play
In the woods to-day,
Where the wind with the trees
Is having his way.
You can hear him say,
“Take care of these
As you do of the bees.
Winter is coming;
The partridge is drumming;
And you must provide
Snug rooms inside,
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I will blow you down and break you in two
If you don't do the thing I tell you to do!”
And the trees look wise
With their knot-hole eyes;
And nod their heads in a knowing way
As if to say,
“We know our business; don't you worry.
Leave us alone; don't be in a hurry.
The squirrels are fed,
And ready each bed
Of leaves and moss.—
Don't be so cross.
You're always ready
To fume and fuss
And quarrel with us.
Wish you were steady
And willing as we
To help the squirrel, the bird, and bee.
But like some people we know, you see,
In whom some worry is always brewing,
You're better at talking, Sir, than doing.”
With their knot-hole eyes;
And nod their heads in a knowing way
As if to say,
“We know our business; don't you worry.
Leave us alone; don't be in a hurry.
The squirrels are fed,
And ready each bed
Of leaves and moss.—
Don't be so cross.
You're always ready
To fume and fuss
And quarrel with us.
Wish you were steady
And willing as we
To help the squirrel, the bird, and bee.
But like some people we know, you see,
In whom some worry is always brewing,
You're better at talking, Sir, than doing.”
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