Oh, To Be Young
a tadpole wiggles its tail
by the reed's faint ripple,
wanting to leap, to croak
till its lungs puff purple;
from up a nest, chirping,
a birdling longs to fly,
as swift swallows swish by
and swoosh up to the sky!
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