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"La, sol, me,
"La, sol, me."
He is the only thing that sighs
Beside the western sea.

It was a shock, I own, to see
Sedition sitting in a tree,
Remarking plainly, "La, sol, me,
"La, sol, me,
"La, sol, me."
The peewee bird is very wrong
To voice such sentiments in song
Beside the western sea.

I said: "My bird, you ought to know
Enough to sing 'Do, me, sol, do,'
In major thirds, you see, for so
You'll help to make the country grow."

"You'll make the country grow, my dear—
So lift your little bill and cheer,
'Do, me, sol, do,'
'Do, me, sol, do.
You can't be singing 'la, sol, me,'
We simply must have harmony."

I think the bird could not have heard—
He chanted still, I give my word,
"La, sol, me,
La, sol, me."
And gloomed in obstinate dissent
From healthy public sentiment.

And yet I can not help but hope
The peewee bird will cease to mope;
For surely he will feel in time
The influence of the sunny clime;
Ah, yes, the peewee bird will soon
Be thinking lovely thoughts in tune;

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