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 The birds and trees here sing; The prigs and plants upspring, And each gets in the swing, With Nature all a-wing, In Florida.

Behold, my friend, the youth, The forward, the uncouth; The gentle and their ruth, The beauty and the truth, In Florida.

It's like a moving stage, The folk of every age; No place nor cause for rage— Even workless have their wage— In Florida.

Then see the females all; Alack! you rise or fall, Or else your heart forestall, In this moving, magic ball, In Florida.

One great kaleidoscope, From silk to dirt and dope, From puppet to a pope, This passing throng of hope, In Florida.

TWO LITTLE ORPHANS

Two orphans in the world are left, A brother and sister sighing; Two Vireos aggrieved, bereft, Two little orphans crying.

Close clinging to their cheerless nest, Two little birds are trying To call back joys of mother's breast, A mother, lifeless lying.

God's two-fold plan for making song— Some fiend the while defying— And man's two friends their whole life long; Two little orphans crying.

By the Author.

No answer comes, save from the King, A King who's aye supplying The needs of the great and smallest thing— His little orphans crying.