Theres a chirp in the hedge
Where the primroses grow
Theres a song in the sedge
Where the grasshoppers go
The hedge sparrow there has her dwelling begun
& the spider is spinning his home in the sun
Theres a hum in the air
Theres a song in the rain
All these features so rare
Shall we know them again
The pilewort & daisy are on the green bank
Hid by the dead grass tufts all withered & rank
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