THE KINGLET 
“Our native color is orange and black 
We hunt for our living on sunny banks. 
Sometimes there are brooks below, 
But that makes no difference 
With our hunting, you know. 
“A few weak chips, chirps, and trills 
Echo from the near-by hills; 
We may move from this pretty place 
If we should win the prize 
At the birds’ foot race.” 
THE KINGLET 
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