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Up there among the maple’s leaves,

One morning bright in May,

A tiny bird I chanced to spy,

And plainly heard him say:

“Sweet, who-are-you?”

“Dost call to me, in words so fair,

O little friend?” I cried;

“Or to some feathered dame up there?”

For answer he replied:

“Sweet, do you hear?”

O yes, I hear you, little bird,

All clad in leafy hue;

And I in turn, would like to ask

The question, “Who are you?”

But you might deem the question vain,

And bid me note your size;

The shading of your dainty coat;

The color of your eyes.

For there I shall my answer find.

Shall you be answered, too?

Will your wee feathered love reply,

When asked, “Sweet, who-are-you?”