  "Tweet—tweet—tweet!" sang the canary, Which meant that he was very merry, Because his little mistress, Nell, On Christmas eve had fed him well. "Bow—wow—wow!" sang the gay young pup, "My master's gone away to sup, But though he won't be here for tea, Just see the meal he left for me!" "Mew—mew—mew!" sang the mama cat, "Such milk as this will make me fat, And, oh, I feel so very gay This cold and frosty Christmas day." Each mama cow sang "Moo—moo—moo!" And gentle dove sang—"Coo—coo—coo." And every horse and sheep and pig, And duck and chicken, small and big, A carol sang on Christmas eve, |
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