Songs, Merry and Sad by John Charles McNeill
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page 19 of 71 (26%)
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That roared responsive to a pun,
A hale, ripe age and ruddy health To old man Jesse Covington! An Idyl Upon a gnarly, knotty limb That fought the current's crest, Where shocks of reeds peeped o'er the brim, Wild wasps had glued their nest. And in a sprawling cypress' grot, Sheltered and safe from flood, Dirt-daubers each had chosen a spot To shape his house of mud. In a warm crevice of the bark A basking scorpion clung, With bright blue tail and red-rimmed eyes And yellow, twinkling tongue. A lunging trout flashed in the sun, To do some petty slaughter, And set the spiders all a-run On little stilts of water. |
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