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Who is it knows How the huckleberry grows, Blooms and blows?— Only the bird that sings and sings, Waving its wings, Saying, "Come see it where it swings! Ruddy green and amber rose, See, oh, see, In honor of Spring, Under this tree, See how they ring Their tiny bells, that cluster out, Silvery red, in a rosy rout."