Poems of the Heart and Home by J. C. Yule
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Merrily!
Tschee! tschee! tschee! What can the meaning of these things be? Tiniest buds and leaflets green-- Who shall tell me what these things mean? Merrily! Merrily! Tschee! tschee! tschee! Much I guess they were meant for me! Tsu-ert! Tsu-ert! Tschee! tschee! tschee! So I shall eat them up you see Somebody, somewhere, is kindly stirred To think of me, a poor, brown bird!-- Merrily! Merrily! Tschee! tschee! tschee! Somebody, somewhere, thinks of me! Tsu-ert! Tsu-ert! Tschee! tschee! tschee! "A gentle lady?"--and can it be?-- Say it again, 'tis a pleasant word, _Thinking of me_, your poor, brown bird!-- Merrily! Merrily! Tschee! tschee! tschee! |
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