James Whitcomb Riley

And the humming-bird that hung
Like a jewel up among
The tilted honeysuckle horns
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And the humming-bird that hung
Like a jewel up among
The tilted honeysuckle horns
They mesmerized and swung
In the palpitating air,
Drowsed with odors strange and rare.
And, with whispered laughter, slipped away
And let him hanging there.

Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
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Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
Best friends first to go away--
Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold
Than their weight in solid gold,
Slips their grip while greetin' you,--
Say good-bye er howdy-do?