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Wagtail--pied Wagtail-- What tremor's in your breast? On nimble feet, when we draw near, You run about to hide your fear, As if to say: There's nothing here, I have no nest....

Wagtail--pied Wagtail-- We too their voices heard; Away then to the water-side, And fetch the food for which they cried; From us there is no need to hide, My dainty bird.