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 Chirp, chirp, cheep, cheep, tweet, tweet, sweet! 'Tis but the sparrows in the street— Chirp, chirp, cheep, cheep, tweet, tweet, sweet!

In summer, in a woodland glade, When I shall walk all unafraid, Lured by the blossom and the bee, I'll hear this quaint old melody: Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! And echo call from her retreat— Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet!

The starlings they have come from town, With polka dots on their robes of brown: Oh, starling, starling, tell me true, Of city far, now what think you? Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet! This fine tale he did repeat— Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak, squeak, sweet!