I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I 'm accustomed to him grown, -
He hurts a little, though.
I thought if I could only live
Till that first shout got by,
Not all pianos in the woods
Had power to mangle me.
I dared not meet the daffodils,
For fear their yellow gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
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