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The deadnin’ and the thicket’s jes’ a b’ilin’ full o’ June,
From the rattle o’ the cricket, to the yaller-hammer’s tune;
And the catbird in the bottom and the sap-suck on the snag,
Seems’s ef they cain’t–od-rot-’em!–jes’ do nothin’ else but brag!

There’ music in the twitter o’ the bluebird and the jay,
And that sassy little critter jes’ a-peckin’ all the day;
There’ music in the “flicker,” and there’ music in the thrush,
And there’ music in the snicker o’ the chipmunk in the brush!–

There’ music all around me!–And I go back–in a dream
Sweeter yit than ever found me fast asleep:–And, in the stream
That used to split the medder wher’ the dandylions growed,
I stand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the road.