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2 Soon they came, from bush and tree, Singing sweet their songs of glee, Each one fresh from its cosy nest ; Each one dress'd in its Sunday best.
4 A Woodpecker came from his hole in the tree, And brought his bill to the company For the cherries ripe and the berries red ; 'Twas a very long bill, so the birdies said.
3 The Wren and Cuckoo danced for life, The Raven waltz'd with the Yellow-bird's wife ; The awkward Owl and the bashful Jay Wish'd each other a very good day.
5 They danced all day till the sun was low ; Till the mother-birds prepared to go, When one and all, both great and small, Flew home to their nests from the Birdies' ball.
