Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
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Something noble and wise and good,
Done by merely wishing we could.
We've forgotten, but―never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat or beast or bird―
Hide or fin or scale or feather―
Jabber it quickly and all together,
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