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with fresh pansys, wishing I could
fill your own dimpled hands and
Dorothy's too right over my head among
the fall sunflower were a whole flock
of birds - oh such pretty birds - all
dressed in gold and yellow and olive
[green?] and I am sure they were
singing about you for each little bird
was singing "sweet-sweet-sweet" &
then they sang He-be, he-be, where can
she be? Shes the sweetest little girl
that can be - sweet-sweet." And
all the time that they were singing
the greedy little things were picking
away at the sunflower seeds and
having a good breakfast. They were
not a bit afraid of me - and if you
had been here they would not have
been afraid of you either. They would
have sung "Sweet- Sweet" and
let you watch and listen till they
chose to fly away - and then they
would come back again for
their supper and sing to pay for the
food. I thought of the bright yellow
birds, and of a little girl with
brown curls with gleams of gold
in them When I dropped the
sunflower seeds into the ground
one April day, for I knew the birds