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what's o'clock
The cat-bird sang with a piercing glee
Up in the sun-specked catalpa-tree.
Up in the sun-specked catalpa-tree.
He sang so loud and he sang so long
That his ears were drowned in his own sweet song.
That his ears were drowned in his own sweet song.
But the little peering leaves of grass
Shook and sundered to let them pass,
Shook and sundered to let them pass,
To let them pass, the men who heard
Nothing the grass said, nothing the bird.
Nothing the grass said, nothing the bird.
Each man was still as a shining stone,
Each man's head was a buzzing bone
Each man's head was a buzzing bone
Wherein two words screeched in and out
Like a grinding saw with its turn about:
Like a grinding saw with its turn about:
