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40 lines
917 B
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Marsh naturalists
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What a interesting guys
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Hard hat and bag behind
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We walk from dawn to dusk
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On the roads of his native Fatherland!
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Like most open book,
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Before us - their homes.
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And read this book, dreaming,
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What a wonder, friends!
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Chorus:
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We go as Pathfinders:
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All paths are open to us,
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All the roads we can see / clear /!
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We - young naturalists, we - happy kids
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Our sunny country!
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Good night our tent,
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Straight through the forest to pass,
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To know the subtleties of the bird's habits,
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Understand their funny language.
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We welcome ringing birds,
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Noise foliage and babbling brook.
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So walk on the ground and learn
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What a wonder, friends!
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Chorus.
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If you really try, guys,
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If you really want to dream,
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We circle members of the school-naturalists
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(C) may tomorrow become scientists.
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Subordinate nature of man,
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To flourish your land,
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And learn from the good of the people -
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What a wonder, friends!
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Chorus / 2p ./. 1953 |