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Four little birds all flew from their nest —

Flew north, flew south, flew east and west;

They thought they would like a wider view,

So they spread their wings and away they flew.

Hark! do you hear my basket

Go "kippy! kippy! peek"?

Maybe my funny basket

Is learning how to speak.

If you want to know the secret,

Go ask the speckled hen,

And tell her when I've warmed them

I'll bring them back again.

He came behind me and covered my eyes;

"Who is this?" growled he, so sly.

"Why, Cousin Jeremy, how can I tell,