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 LVI. CLICK, CLACK

Springtime brings the swallow and the bluebird home, The happy little swallow knows her hour to come; But not a bird is truer to the time of coming back, Than a merry little clacker with his clack, clack, clack. Click, click, click! Clack, clack, clack! A merry little clacker with his clack, clack, clack.

Move your nimble fingers in a brisk quick way, Some people could not do it if they tried all day; This morning try to practise, and acquire the very knack, And to-night you'll hear an answer with a clack, clack, clack. Click, click, etc.

Through the merry market and down the long parade, Along the crowded streets and beneath the pleasant shade,