And deeper than the sky.

Perhaps, when live birds find the way,

They're all sent down again,

And that is why you dive to-day

For insects in the rain.

 

 

 

 

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Little ladies, white and green,

With your spears about you,

Will you tell us where you've been

Since we lived without you?

You are sweet, and fresh, and clean,

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