Old Timer; And Fork Tailed Swifts
This stepped jest, knobby legged farce
Which, more wobbly, falls;
Old man's, up at that wing'ed
Is but left -laughing!
Air, as they do, a look of
Unrestrained relief.
'Whoopee!' with each quick sharp turn
Their own sky track in.
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