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One O'clock.

One O'clock.

The Kobold lies,
And blinks his Eyes,
Under the Grape-vine leaves.
The Chickens scratch
In a sunny Patch,
And the Sparrows fight on the Eaves.
The Bee-Hive hums;
The House-wife comes,
And looks outside the Door.
The speckled Chick
Hops in, to pick
The Crumbs from off the Floor.

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