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WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIKDS. 
THE child's SONG. 
II. 
Tom Todd, Tom Todd come here ! 
I have brought to you a fierce bird, — 
Tom Todd, come here 
Tom Todd won't come ! 
Tom Todd ! Tom Todd, come here ? 
I have brought you a bird that singeth so ! 
Tom Todd, come here ? — 
Tom Todd wont come ! 
Tom Todd ! Tom Todd, come here ? 
For this strange bird you should hear ! — 
Tom Todd ! Tom Todd, come here ? — 
Tom Todd wont come ! 
Tom Todd ! Tom Todd, come here ? 
Tom Todd, I pray you come here ? 
I've brought you a singing eagle ! — 
Tom Todd, come here ? 
Tom Todd wont come 1 — 
Tom Todd's a fool ! 
Tom Todd, the world is sad ! — 
He singeth on wing a rustling song. 
And all things fear him on the ground ; 
He's fierce, Tom Todd, but he is not bad. 
He singeth chorus to the storms — 
Sings glory to the upper air ! 
He wingeth fiercely the dark clouds. 
To break in whirling all their shrouds. 
He floateth on the coming gleams, 
And is the first to feel the beams 
That God lets fall from yellow suns. 
