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A BOY'S HEART
IT's out and away at break of day, To frolic and run in the sun-sweet hay: It's up and out with a laugh and shout — Let the old world know that a boy's about.
It's ho for the creek that the minnows streak,That the sunbeams dapple, the cattle seek; For a fishing-pole and a swimming-hole,Where a boy can loaf and chat with his soul.
It's oh to lie and look at the skyThrough the roof of the leaves that's built so high: Where all day long the birds make song, And everything 's right and nothing is wrong.
It's hey to win where the breeze blows thin, And watch the twinkle of feather and fin: To lie all day and dream away The long, long hours as a boy's heart may.