On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Sang "Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow!"
And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit,
singing, 'Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow'?
Is it a weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried,
"Or rather a tough worm on your little inside?
With a shake of his poor little head he replied,
"Oh willow, tit-willow, tit-willow!"
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