But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand—
So what could I do but laugh and go?
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We can all relate to this little ditty at one time or another, Ed, and on weekends and vacation is not a bad thing to do.
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