There comes a Day,
One of those glorious deep blue days,
When larks are singing and bees are humming,
And Earth gives voice in a thousand ways –
Then I, my friends, I too shall sing,
And hum a foolish little thing,
And whistle like a blackbird in the Spring.

– A.A.Milne

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