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was once a little Starling
 * Lived in a hollow tree,

As pretty a little Starling
 * As you'd ever hope to see.

He had everything he wished for;:
 * For sitting by his side,

Was another little Starling,
 * And that Starling was his bride.

He had lots of wool and horsehair
 * To build his summer's nest,

And you'd think if ever Starling was,
 * That Starling would be blest.

But Envy was the Starling's bane,
 * (As 'tis of many people—)

And all because two old Jackdaws
 * Were building in a steeple?

" Over my head," the Starling said,
 * "They fly with outstretched wings,

Nor notice me, in this poor tree,
 * The proud, conceited things!