| 1 | She implored you take back lark. | |
| 2 | And the sweet silver song of a lark. | |
| 3 | Four Larks and a Wren. | |
| 4 | And every day he returned to that meadow of the Lark. | |
| 5 | "I wish I could console the poor lark, " thought the daisy. |
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