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Tue Aroostook Woops. 

Not a blue jay for the whole day 
Have the cronies heard or seen; 
But if awake now they would say, 
‘* Hear the blue jay’s warning scream.” 
Buck steps nearer, gives a stare 
At the cronies resting there ; 
Throws up his head, snuffs the air ; 
A. zephyr whispers, ‘ All is fair.” 
Now the moose bird on a dipper 
Sends it rolling down the bank, 
And the blue jay screaming nearer, 
Buck paws the water, gives a stamp. 
Wake the cronies, each are shivering, 
See the whole thing at a glancing ; 
Shots are fired, as often quivering, 
Buck goes safely, gaily prancing. 
Cronies look each to the other, 
Neither have a word to say, 
While the moose bird strokes a feather, 
Laughing blue jays fly away. 
Yet music-making little brooklet 
And gentle winds to please combine, 
As cronies gather up the outfit 
And paddle to the lower line. 
Dancing, skipping down the shoreway, 
Skimming o’er the waters blue, 
The wavelets with the grasses play, 
Far back behind the birch canoe. 
