Poem by Stephen Crane

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Three little birds in a row
Sat musing.
A man passed near that place.
Then did the little birds nudge each other.

They said, "He thinks he can sing."
They threw back their heads to laugh.
With quaint countenances
They regarded him.
They were very curious,
Those three little birds in a row.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. There came whisperings in the winds
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. The ocean said to me once

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