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 I am old, so old, I can write a letter;
 * My birthday lessons are done;

The lambs play always, they know no better;
 * They are only one times one.

O moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing
 * And shining so round and low;

You were bright! ah bright! but your light is failing,—
 * You are nothing now but a bow.

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven
 * That God has hidden your face?

I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven.
 * And shine again in your place.

O velvet bee, you're a dusty fellow.
 * You 've powdered your legs with gold!

O brave marsh marybuds, rich and yellow,
 * Give me your money to hold!