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Слушать(AI)Birds In Alarm
The firetail tells the boys when nests are
And tweets and flies from every passer-bye.
The yellowhammer never makes a
But flies in silence from the noisy boys;
The boys will come and take them every day,
And still she lays as none were ta'en away.
The nightingale keeps tweeting-churring
But leaves in silence when the nest is found.
The pewit hollos "chewrit" as she
And flops about the shepherd where he lies;
But when her nest is found she stops her
And cocks [her] coppled crown and runs along.
Wrens cock their tails and chitter loud and play,
And robins hollo "tut" and fly away.
John Clare
John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebrations of the English cou
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