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THE AVIATOR

BY ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH

He sails above a flowery sea With curving dip and rise,

And like a sunbeam glints and darts Through scented meadow skies.

The wings of his bright aéroplane Are made of silver gauze;

When he 's in flight, his motor hums A tune without a pause.

He flickers swiftly here and there, And does not seem to fear

A sudden tumble to the earth Or injury severe.

He speeds above a sea of bloom, His motor hums in tune, o And from the flowers he bears away The honeyv wealth of June.

And now you guess just who he is Whao sails the sunumer sea

In aeroplane with silver wings— The busy honey-bee!

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