“All the others can sing,” he dolefully said,
“All the others can sing,” said he.
So he sat and drooped.
But, as far and wide
The music was borne on the air’s warm tide,
And he lifted his head as within him it stirred;
“If I cannot sing, I can listen!” he cried,
“Ho, ho, I can listen!” he cried.
Julia C R Dorr
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