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On the grass the sunlight falls, near at hand a blackbird calls; a / squirrel races up a tree. All this, and more, engrosses me. "Throw / a stick," pants Michael. Such a gentle breeze now passes; how / graceful are the bending grasses. Here and there the children play; / I could sit and dream all day. "Throw a stick," pants Michael. / Peace and quiet and sweet repose; someone has a cold, wet nose; / something scratches at my knees (lovely sun and gentle breeze). / "Throw a stick," pants Michael. Michael's head is on one side, / Michael's mouth is opened wide; brown eyes look beseechingly. / Michael! take your eyes from me. "Throw a stick," pants Michael. / Who can sit in selfish ease, just admiring grass and trees, deeming / life most kind and sweet, when a branch lies at one's feet -- "Throw a / stick," pants Michael.