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SING a song of hollow logs,

Chirp of cricket, croak of frogs,

Cry of wild bird, hum of bees,

Dancing leaves and whisp’ring trees;

Legs all bare and dusty toes,

Ruddy cheeks and freckled nose,

Splash of brook and swish of line,

Where the song that’s half so fine?

Sing a song of summer days,

Leafy nooks and shady ways,

Nodding roses, apples red,

Clover like a carpet spread;

Sing a song of running brooks,

Cans of bait and fishing hooks,

Dewy hollows, yellow moons,

Birds a-pipe with merry tunes.

Sing a song of skies of blue,

Eden’s garden made anew,

Scarlet hedges, leafy lanes,

Vine-embowered sills and panes;

Stretch of meadows, splashed with dew,

Silver clouds with sunlight through,

Cry of loon and pipe of wren,

Sing and call it home again.