The very first autumn soloist,
I see singing out to his mate,
Hiding in bushes,
or sitting on tree leaves,
I too am hearing similar voices,
Hā, hē, hū, hā, hē, hū.................
But in all seasons of the year!
Who is calling me?
Mykoul
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