A prosaic little yellow-hammer swayed and sang
and pleaded for a little bit of bread and more cheese.
There where the gold-green beeches hang
the prosaic little yellow-hammer swayed and sang.
Blue were the heavens that joyfully rang
with the song of the lark, but there in the breeze
the prosaic little yellow-hammer swayed and sang
and pleaded for a little bit of bread and more cheese.
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School triolet competition winner