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Then, as for a bird,

You may trust to my word,

Yes, it must be confessed

That he copied them best;

The Chaffinch's tone

Was completely his own;

The Goldfinch and Thrush

Would often cry, "Hush!

And then what a race

To fly to the place.

But it happened one day

That he came in the way

While near a hedge-wall

With his little bird-call