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For every Bird a Nest—
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round—
 
Wherefore when boughs are free—
Households in every tree—
Pilgrim be found?
 
Perhaps a home too high—
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires—
 
Perhaps of twig so fine—
Of twine e’en superfine,
Her pride aspires—
 
The Lark is not ashamed
To build upon the ground
Her modest house—
 
Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?

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