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| IN an ocean, way out yonder | |
| (As all sapient people know,) | |
| Is the land of Wonder-wander, | |
| Whither children love to go: | |
| It s their playing, romping, swinging, | 5 |
| That give great joy to me | |
| While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing | |
| In the amfalula tree! | |
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| There the gum-drops grow like cherries, | |
| And taffys thick as peas, | 10 |
| Caramels you pick like berries | |
| When, and where, and how you please; | |
| Big red sugar-plums are clinging | |
| To the cliffs beside that sea | |
| Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing | 15 |
| In the amfalula tree. | |
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| So when children shout and scamper | |
| And make merry all the day, | |
| When there s naught to put a damper | |
| To the ardor of their play; | 20 |
| When I hear their laughter ringing, | |
| Then I m sure as sure can be | |
| That the Dinkey-Bird is singing | |
| In the amfalula tree. | |
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| For the Dinkey-Birds bravuras | 25 |
| And staccatos are so sweet, | |
| His roulades, appoggiaturas, | |
| And robustos so complete, | |
| That the youth of every nation | |
| Be they near or far away | 30 |
| Have especial delectation | |
| In that gladsome roundelay. | |
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| Their eyes grow bright and brighter, | |
| Their lungs begin to crow, | |
| Their hearts get light and lighter, | 35 |
| And their cheeks are all aglow; | |
| For an echo cometh bringing | |
| The news to all and me, | |
| That the Dinkey-Bird is singing | |
| In the amfalula tree. | 40 |
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| I m sure you like to go there | |
| To see your feathered friend, | |
| And so many goodies grow there | |
| You would like to comprehend! | |
| Speed, little dreams, your winging | 45 |
| To that land across the sea | |
| Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing | |
| In the amfalula tree! | |
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