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In Autumn, when the leaves are dead, / They take us from our Oyster-bed, / And all the winter long they keep / Us up, without a wink of sleep --
And doesn't it seem hard to you / When Spring is here, and skies are blue, / And we should like so much to stay, / We have to be in bed by MAY?