<h2 id="c21">THE LITTLE FEATHERED BOYS AND GIRLS.</h2>
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<p class="t0">In fragrant fields where graze the herds</p>
<p class="t">And all along the old highway,</p>
<p class="t0">The boys and girls among the birds</p>
<p class="t">Call each to each the livelong day.</p>
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<p class="t0">Bob White, Bob White, pipes out the quail</p>
<p class="t">From old fence posts and mossy stones,</p>
<p class="t0">In meadows where the ripened grain</p>
<p class="t">In golden stacks awaits the flail.</p>
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<p class="t0">A little tuft of feathers grey</p>
<p class="t">That snaps its bill in eager glee</p>
<p class="t0">When e’er a fly is caught on wing,</p>
<p class="t">Full forty times calls out Phoebe.</p>
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<p class="t0">When fragrant dews fall from the sky—</p>
<p class="t">And sinks the sun behind the hill,</p>
<p class="t0">From dark’ning woods rings out the cry,</p>
<p class="t">O Whip poor Will—O Whip poor Will.</p>
<p class="lr">—Blandina D. Miller.</p>
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