Tue Aroostook Woops. 

Down the lake a loon is calling, 
Swallows flying through the air ; 
Autumn leaves are slowly falling 
Zig zagging down to shore. 
Upon the shore come little wavelets 
Flip, zip, lapping alway ; 
On them borne are little leaflets, 
Landing on the pebbly: shoreway. 
In the pool dwell baby troutlet ; 
Oft they venture out to wavelet, 
When fearing they are rather small yet 
Hasten back to sheltered brooklet. 
Across the lake a fox is drinking, 
Yet while lapping on his guard 
Sees the fish hawk’s shadow coming, 
Skips for cover, he’s a coward. 
O’er the lake the fish hawk flying 
Oft as motionless in space ; 
Downward ever keenly eyeing 
For a fish near sunny surface. 
Forward, turning, circling, hovering, 
Now he makes a trembling stay ; 
Now straight downward he is darting, 
Upward rising with his prey. 
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Far away a partridge drumming, 
Tis like a young one, -his first courting ; 
Drums to have his lady bird coming, 
Always comes, but slowly, loitering. 
