.(A tree of birds)
In a desert town the desert sunbeam down on a small boy laying sick in bed
It burned his fevered brow so much she witched somehow
But the sun was the shade tree instead
I chanced the whippoorwill which throne is windowsill
And overheard the boy's fevered plea
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