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Mr. Blackbird was in very good voice this evening, and entertained Algy for some time with a long series of songs. On the crofts, the sheep were chiding their lambs, and in the background Algy could hear some of the other birds chattering to one another.

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Inside the big, dark shed, Mrs. Blackbird was sitting on the nest which her husband had built for her in the top of a wee basket on a shelf. Meanwhile, her husband sang all day long at the top of Algy’s tree, to make sure that everyone knew what a fine fellow he was. Algy flew up to join him, and to listen to the song.

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Mr. Blackbird spent all day singing in Algy’s tree, while his wife sat quietly on the nest he had built in the top of a wee basket inside the big shed. His song sounded something like this …

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While Algy was reading his book of verse in the birch tree, a blackbird nearby was providing his own opinion of the spring.

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