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I am but a tiny cricket,
Living in a summer thicket—
There I take my rest.
Many songs are gayer, prouder;
Many a voice is sweeter, louder—
But I do my best.
In my song there's no complaining
Even when the sky is raining:
Birds fly east and west—
Silent hide in leafy cover;
But I chirp till all is over,
Doing still my best.
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