My Mockingbird: A Poem

There is a little mockingbird,

Two-thirds a year, and without word;

But mimic, mock, and chortle he does,

With a smile and with love.

Oh, my little mockingbird!,

Little wings and little feet,

Little noises; he is so sweet -

Wherefore I love

My little mockingbird,

Two-thirds a year, and without word.

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