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“The Birds are out There Singing in the 18-Degree Day”

The birds are out there singing.

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They sing with each other.

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It’s hard to tell

Which one starts it,

But one will commence the cadence

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And then another one will join in,

Chirping right after the other one,

In rhythm,

Hence spawning a chirp from the other one,

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Or one of the other ones,

To be exact.

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They remind me of a ska punk band, actually.

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Then, the uncanny thing is that

They’ve designated one bird, which

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I think is

The one with the highest-pitched chirp,

To man the coda responsibilities,

And emit a series of identical chirps

To end the final cadence.

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This final bird, the first time,

Emitted three chirps.

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The next time,

The birds did the same thing,

And the final one put out seven chirps.

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One, time he did four,

One time, five,

One time, six,

But not in that order,

And never fewer than three,

And never more than seven.

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And the sad thing is,

I know what they’re doing,

And I feel like I’ve lost the ability to do that,

Myself.

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But then,

That’s what pedagogy’s for.

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