Oh come, dear, sit on this bench with me.
We don’t like all people,
Now do we?
But yet we watch, indubitably!
With spring trees so evergreen,
Dandelions pristine.
Annie, can you see?
There’s a cardinal in that tree.
Oh, what glee shall it bring to you and me?
Stop, and listen closely to its song—
It sings a tale, one of...
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