  A robin in the morning, In the morning early, Sang a song of warning, “There’ll be rain, there’ll be rain.” Very, very clearly From the orchard Came the gentle horning, “There’ll be rain.” But the hasty farmer Cut his hay down, Did not heed the charmer From the orchard, And the mower’s clatter Ceased at noontide, For with drip and spatter Down came the rain. Then the prophet robin Hidden in the crab-tree Railed upon the farmer, “I told you so, I told you so.” As the rain grew stronger, And his heart grew prouder, Notes so full and slow Coming blither, louder, “I told you so, I told you so,” “I told you so.”
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