THE WATER WAG-TAIL 



Timidly and soberly dight 

 In feathers of black and white 

 We find you hopping away 

 Pert, brisk and gay. 



Women come clattering here 

 To wash in the river so clear; 

 Yet, pert little Wagtail, you dare 

 To stay ; for the noisy folk there 

 Little you care. 



You love to mock urchius who think 

 To catch you, and just on the bi ink 

 Of the river you stand and you stay 

 Till they hear you : then, off ind awa\ 

 Brisk, pert and gay I 



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