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"Tweet! tweet! tweet!" the swallows say,

"It is time we flew away

Far across the pathless sea,

For it winter soon will be!

Then will fall the rustling leaves,

And our nests beneath the eaves

Will be very damp and chill,

While the fogs our playgrounds fill."

"Tweet! tweet! tweet!" the swallows say,

"It is time we flew away!"

"Tweet! tweet! tweet!" the swallows cry,

As they circle far on high,

Gathering thickly overhead

Now that summer days have fled.

"See!" they say, "the flow'rets fair

Now are drooping ev'rywhere,

And no more the scented breeze

Roves amid the leafy trees!"

"Tweet! tweet! tweet!" the swallows say,

"It is time we flew away!"

"Tweet! tweet! tweet!" Alas! we hear

All you utter, swallows dear!

And, if it indeed must be,

Take your flight across the sea

But do not your friends forget,

They who lose you with regret,

And to us all swiftly wing

When appear the flowers of Spring!

"Tweet! tweet! tweet!" the swallows say,

"We will come again in May!"