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Birds a-singing in the trees,

Marigolds a-blowing;

Bees a-humming what they please,

Coming and a-going;

Hiding in the hollyhocks,

Swinging on the clover,

Climbing up the Lily-stalks,

Honey running over.

Breath of roses in the air,

Roses are in hiding;

Breezes will not tell us where,—

Winds are not confiding;

Down the walks the children wind,

Through the fence a-peeping;

Like the bees and birds they find

Treasures for the seeking.

Little neighbors, like the birds,

Sing and talk at pleasure;

Like the bees, with honeyed words,

Choose their time and measure;

Like sweet peas they cling and climb,

Here and there and yonder;

All the pleasant summer-time

They visit and they wander.