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Oh, Blackbird thou of finest voice Who sings from early morn? How is it you are so cheerful When I can only yawn It does not seem to worry you Come rain or snow or drought Even amidst a thunderstorm Your dulcet tones ring out And for your size you are so brave Defending nest and young Seeing off the Magpie With sharp side of your tongue When autumn comes you do not flit As so many others do To warmer climbs and sunshine Oh! not the likes of you You will stay throughout the winter Regardless of the snow And glisten black against the white Putting on a super show. 
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