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RAIN, plenty of grain,
`Sang the birds in the harvest field;
`Grain, plenty of grain;
```H ow grandly it doth yield!=
``Grain, plenty of grain,
```Eat, and chirp, and sing;
``Come one and all to the harvest field,
```Each with buoyant wing.=
``Grain, plenty of grain,
```The reapers are out to-day;
``And every bird from far and near,
```Must sing a roundelay.=
``Grain, plenty of grain,
```And not a farmer near;
``Chirp, chirp, how glad are we,
```To find this harvest here!=
``Over the top of the stack,
```Down on the bundle bound;
``Swoop and pick, and sing your songs;
```Such a feast is seldom found.=
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``Chirp, chirp, chirp,
```Sing with all your might,
``The glorious day will soon be done,
```And the harvest ends to-night.
``Grain, plenty of grain,
```Eat your fill, my friends;
``Let us gladly, cheerfully take,
```The food the dear God sends.
"I think," said Toots, "that every song you read is the best one, and I
wish birds could talk.
"They certainly talk to each other," said his mother, "and the robins in
our apple-tree try very hard to answer me when I talk to them."
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