Children's voices in the orchard Between the blossom- and the fruit-time: Golden head, crimson head, Between the green tip and the root. Black wing, brown wing, hover over; Twenty years and the spring is over; To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves, Cover me over, light-in-leaves; Golden head, black wing, Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple-tree.
3 comments:
very racist I'd say
So what if Turks swing wide? So do Arabs. And that's just fine with me.
cablu
I needed that laugh.
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