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A few more friendly suns will call The bluets through the loam And star the lanes with buttercups Away down home.



"Knee-deep!" from reedy places Will sing the river frogs. The terrapins will sun themselves On all the jutting logs. The angler s cautious oar will leave A trail of drifting foam Along the shady current Away down home.

The mocking bird will feel again The glory of his wings, And wanton through the balmy air And sunshine while he sings,