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The Squirrel leaps from tree to tree.

The Hive doth hold the honey-bee.

The pretty Butterfly is seen,

When little girls trip o’er the green.

The Owl until the evening sleeps.

The Serpent on his belly creeps.

The Lion roars, the woods resound.

The raging Bull tears up the ground.

The Raven for his food doth cry.