A Merry Hour

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A Merry Hour
written by William Henry Davies
Nature Poems (1908) Link to further information

As long as I see Nature near,
I will, when old, cling to life dear:
E'en as the old dog holds so fast
With his three teeth, which are his last.
For Lord, how merry now am I!
Tickling with straw the Butterfly,
Where she doth in her clean, white dress,
Sit on a green leaf, motionless,
To hear Bees hum away the hours.
I shake those Bees too off" the Flowers,
So that I may laugh soft to hear
Their hoarse resent and angry stir.
I hear the sentry Chanticleer
Challenge each other far and near,
From farm to farm, and it rejoices
Me this hour to mock their voices;
There's one red Sultan near me now,
Not all his wives make half his row.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! was that a bird,
Or but a mocking boy you heard?
You heard the Cuckoo first, 'twas he;
The second time - Ha, ha! 'twas Me.

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