My heart leaps up
When I see the babblers
In flocks of six to ten
Dancing, playing and hopping,
Trying to peep into the window
Of the car, seeing their faces,
Billing at, pecking at with knocks
The jungle babblers
Trying to move into the car
If the windows open
Quarrlling, dancing, speaking and playing
Which but love I so much
To see them hopping, dancing and playing.
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