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THE FIRST BLUEBIRD
Jest rain and snow! and rain again!
And dribble! drip! and blow!
Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then—
Some more rain and snow!
And dribble! drip! and blow!
Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then—
Some more rain and snow!
This morning I was 'most afeard
To wake up—when, I jing!
I seen the sunshine out and heerd
The first bluebird of Spring!—
Mother she'd raised the winder some;—
And in acrost the orchurd come,
Soft as a' angel's wing,
A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,
Too sweet for anything!
To wake up—when, I jing!
I seen the sunshine out and heerd
The first bluebird of Spring!—
Mother she'd raised the winder some;—
And in acrost the orchurd come,
Soft as a' angel's wing,
A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,
Too sweet for anything!
The winter's shroud was rent apart—
The sun bu'st forth in glee,—
And when that bluebird sung, my hart
Hopped out o' bed with me!
The sun bu'st forth in glee,—
And when that bluebird sung, my hart
Hopped out o' bed with me!
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