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Eugene Field - The Dinkey Bird
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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,
     That give great joy to me
   While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing
     In the amfalula tree!
   There the gum-drops grow like cherries,
    And taffy`s thick as peas—
  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 
    In the amfalula tree!
  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;
  When I hear their laughter ringing,
    Then I`m sure as sure can be
  That the Dinkey-Bird is singing 
    In the amfalula tree!
  For the Dinkey-Bird`s bravuras
    And staccatos are so sweet—
  His roulades, appoggiaturas,
    And robustos so complete,
  That the youth of every nation—
    Be they near or far away—
   Have especial delectation
    In that gladsome roundelay.
  Their eyes grow bright and brighter,
    Their lungs begin to crow,
  Their hearts get light and lighter,
    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.
 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
   To that land across the sea
  Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
   In the amfalula tree!
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