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THE WOODPECKER.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The woodpecker hammers the beech and the lime,
To get at the worm
In the core:
And so, when the worm's at Life's heart
And its term
Is o'er,
Death comes with his chopper and drums at the door;
Rap! Rap!
“It is time,”
He says; “it is time to pack up and depart!”
The woodpecker hammers the beech and the lime,
To get at the worm
In the core:
And so, when the worm's at Life's heart
And its term
Is o'er,
Death comes with his chopper and drums at the door;
Rap! Rap!
“It is time,”
He says; “it is time to pack up and depart!”
Ho! Ho! Ho!
The woodpecker laughs. “Thou mayst hide, worm my friend;
But my beak over long
Is for thee.”
And so, when Death calleth the close
Of the song,
“From me
“It nothing availeth to hide,” quoth he.
“No! No!
“An end
“There cometh for everything, rush or rose.”
The woodpecker laughs. “Thou mayst hide, worm my friend;
But my beak over long
Is for thee.”
And so, when Death calleth the close
Of the song,
“From me
“It nothing availeth to hide,” quoth he.
“No! No!
“An end
“There cometh for everything, rush or rose.”
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