I found him limping in the grass—
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Poor little shivering fellow!
He had not many days, alas!
For all the leaves were yellow.
I took him in beside the stove,
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And fed him beads of honey,
And brought a brother-singer's love—
He never asked for money.
And soon he gave a chirp or two,
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And seemed quite brave and jolly;
And, as he sipped his golden brew,
Sang—"Down with melancholy!"