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PEEP! PEEP! PEEP!
Oh! merry is the life
Of a beach-bird free,
Dwelling by the side
Of the sounding sea,—
Where the little children
Chase us as we go;
Where the pretty shells
Murmur sweet and low;
Where the old folk sit,
Basking in the sun;
Where the fisher-folk
Rest when work is done.
"Peep! Peep! Peep!" we say,
Tripping to and fro
On the pebbly shore,
Where the ripples flow.
Oh! merry is the life
Of a beach-bird free,
Building our nests
By the sounding sea,
Seeking daily food,
And feeding with care
The dear little ones
Safely hidden there,
Teaching them to fly
Boldly o'er the sea,—
On the weak wings they
Flutter timidly.
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