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"La, sol, me,"La, sol, me."He is the only thing that sighsBeside the western sea.
It was a shock, I own, to seeSedition sitting in a tree,Remarking plainly, "La, sol, me,"La, sol, me,"La, sol, me."The peewee bird is very wrongTo voice such sentiments in songBeside the western sea.
I said: "My bird, you ought to knowEnough to sing 'Do, me, sol, do,'In major thirds, you see, for soYou'll help to make the country grow."
"You'll make the country grow, my dear—So lift your little bill and cheer,'Do, me, sol, do,''Do, me, sol, do.You can't be singing 'la, sol, me,'We simply must have harmony."
I think the bird could not have heard—He chanted still, I give my word,"La, sol, me,La, sol, me."And gloomed in obstinate dissentFrom healthy public sentiment.
And yet I can not help but hopeThe peewee bird will cease to mope;For surely he will feel in timeThe influence of the sunny clime;Ah, yes, the peewee bird will soonBe thinking lovely thoughts in tune;

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