Little Wren
I looked out to a morning drear
Nothing there to cause me cheer,
But when I looked outside again
Upon my gate there sat a wren.
God bless this tiny little thing
The wren, he now began to sing.
He sang such a happy tune
His sweet refrain dispelled my gloom.
It was such a joyful song,
My unwelcome dreary morning, gone.
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