A blue jay, a beautiful blue jay,
Humming melodies, harmonious melodies.
A verse, a young verse, develops into a phrase, a youth phrase,
still waiting to be sung. ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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