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N a tree by a river a little tomtit Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!" And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
 * Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow'?

Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried, "Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?" With a shake of his poor little head he replied,
 * "Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"