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WHEN up aloft / I fly and fly, / I see in pools / The shining sky, / And a happy bird / Am I, am I!
When I descend / Towards their brink / I stand, and look, / And stoop, and drink, / And bathe my wings, / And chink and prink.
When winter frost / Makes earth as steel / I search and search / But find no meal, / And most unhappy / Then I feel.
But when it lasts, / And snows still fall, / I get to feel / No grief at all, / For I turn to a cold stiff / Feathery ball!