REDWINGS SONG. The bogs show green in the meadow, The brook goes babbling along;High-perched, on a dead-limbed willow?Gay redwing is whistling his song: —- O-ka-lee ! O-ka-lee!Here are we ; come and see! REDWINGS SONG. u My little wife cares for the babies, — I see them in yon grassy clump ;Do you…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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