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On the fence post he stands,
Watching the trees wave like hands.
Until the clouds roll in with thunder.
This day has become nothing but a blunder.
But still he sings his cheerful songs,
With happy tune and cricket applause.
Because he knows this is where he belongs,
Beneath the weeping willow without a pause.
Down pours the rain without mercy,
But the Lark knows that it will not hurt thee.
Because assurance makes even the tiniest bird strong,
And lets it sing all day and night long.
Watching the trees wave like hands.
Until the clouds roll in with thunder.
This day has become nothing but a blunder.
But still he sings his cheerful songs,
With happy tune and cricket applause.
Because he knows this is where he belongs,
Beneath the weeping willow without a pause.
Down pours the rain without mercy,
But the Lark knows that it will not hurt thee.
Because assurance makes even the tiniest bird strong,
And lets it sing all day and night long.