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Par Avium.
by Jacob BigelowTwo little birds were sitting on a stone,
One flew away and then there was one,
T' other flew away and then there was none,
So the poor stone was left all alone.
One of the little birds back again flew,
In came t' other and then there were two;
Says one bird to t' other, 'How do you do?'
'Very well, I thank you; pray how do you?'
Fama est par avium venisse insistere saxo,
Quarum prim' abeunte superstitit inde secunda:
Illa autem fugiens jam vix vestigia liquit,
Et saxum m'rens in campo luget inani.
Ecce autem rediens avium comparuit una,
Altera non segnis sociam complectitur almam:
Arrept'que manu, 'Quid agis dulcissima rerum?'
'Suaviter ut nunc est, et jam cupio omnia qu' vis.'