A ROBIN in the morning. In the morning early, Sang a song of warning, “There’ll be rain, there’ll be rain.” Very, very clearly From the orchard Came the gentle horning, “There’ll be rain.” But the hasty farmer Cut his hay down, Did not heed the charmer From the farm, And the mower’s clatter Ceased at noontide, For with drip and spattered Down came the rain. Then the prophet robin Hidden in the crab-tree Railed upon the farmer, “I told you so, I told you so.” As the storm grew stronger, And his heart grew prouder, Notes so full and slow Coming to blither, louder, “I told you so, I told you so,” “I told you so.” ~
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