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Hey! my little Yellowbird, / What you doing there? / Like a flashing sun-ray, / Flitting everywhere: / Dangling down the tall weeds / And the hollyhocks, / And the lordly sunflowers / Along the garden-walks.
Ho! my gallant Golden-bill, / Pecking 'mongst the weeds, / You must have for breakfast / Golden flower-seeds: / Won't you tell a little fellow / What you have for _tea_? - / 'Spect a peck o' yellow, mellow / Pippin on the tree.