OUR HOME BIRDS. 
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I know the saucy chap ; 
I see his shining cap 
Bobbing in the clover, 
There ! see, see, see !” 
* Oh, what a happy life they lead, 
Over the hill and in the mead ! 
How they sing and how they play ! 
See, they fly away, away ! 
Now they gambol o’er the clearing, 
Off again, and then appearing ; 
Poised aloft on quivering wing, 
Now they soar and now they sing : 
1 “ We must all be merry and moving ; 
We must all be happy and loving; 
For when the midsummer is come, 
And the grain has ripened its ear, 
The haymakers scatter our young, 
And we mourn for the rest of the year: 
Then Bobo’lincoln, Wado’lincoln, 
Winterseeble, haste away !” ’ ” 
“ Oh, how pretty !” exclaimed Clara and Edith, 
while Malcolm declared that it sounded just like 
’em.; he had heard ’em say all that many a time. 
“ Have you, really ?” asked the little sisters in 
admiring wonder ; and then the “ big brother,” as 
he felt himself to be, laughed and looked at Miss 
Harson. 
“Not as you would have said it, dears. The 
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