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Heigh ho, how the winds blow This cool November day. The leaves are turning yellow and red And the clouds are scurrying overhead Like little ships out on the bay.
"That's a beautiful poem," thought Uncle Lucky, looking up from his morning paper as Reddy Comb, the rooster newsboy, strutted away.