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SPRING STORIES AND SONGS 



Merrily, merrily, there they lie ; now they rise 



and now they fly. 

 They cross and turn, and in and out, and down 



the middle, and wheel about, 

 With a ' Phew, shew, Wadolincon ! Listen to 



me, Bobolincon ! 

 Happy's the wooing that's speedily doing, that's 



speedily doing, 

 That's merry and over with the bloom of the 



clover. 

 Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, follow, 



follow me ! '" 



