Across the road, in an apple-tree, built a pair of redstarts
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Gathered half the gray hairs of a dandelion into her beak
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In the tree next to the chebec's was a brood of robins. The crude nest was wedged carelessly into the lowest fork of the tree, so that the cats and roving boys could help themselves without trouble
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I soon spied him on the wires of a telegraph-pole
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He will come if May comes
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Within a few feet of me dropped the lonely frightened quail
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On they go to a fence-stake
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It was a love-song
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But the pair kept on together, chatting brightly
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In a dead yellow birch
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So close I can look directly into it
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Uncle Jethro limbered his stiffened knees and went chuckling down the bank