SONG
The rain is falling, the sky is gray,
No sun has been shining all the long day,
Yet in the pecan tree, quite out of sight,
A sweet bird is singing with all his might.
Faster the rain falls, louder his song,
Tweeting, chirping and caroling along.
No fair weather helper, dear bird, are you;
In sunshine or shower, your song rings true.
No sun has been shining all the long day,
Yet in the pecan tree, quite out of sight,
A sweet bird is singing with all his might.
Faster the rain falls, louder his song,
Tweeting, chirping and caroling along.
No fair weather helper, dear bird, are you;
In sunshine or shower, your song rings true.
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