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Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south, / Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream; / I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth, / And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.
I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky, / And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest; / And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die, / With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.
Eversley, 1873