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For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs are free -- Households in every tree -- Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high -- Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires -- Perhaps of twig so fine -- Of twine een superfine, Her pride aspires -- The Lark is not ashamed To build upon the ground Her modest house -- Yet who of all the throng Dancing around the sun Does so rejoice? | 
