Robert Burns is renoun'd still in nature did he find
The world verdur'd mysteriously with beauty of e'ry kind
Cowboy songs will serve you well, for the rigours o'nature abounding
In 'fourty a month and found' you'll find the referrences most confounding

'The song of the wandering Angus' is so dreamy and so true
'I wish my love was a red red rose' is plentiful for you too
John Barleycorn, that noble prince, and Sean O'dwyer of the glen
'wildwood flower' and 'sweet fern' will your heart to nature send

But you see, I don't know many, that speak of nature purely
And though I wish I did it's true, I'll find 'em slow and surely
For nature beckons, and she calls, to everyone who listens
In birds she calls, and waterfalls, her dewy rainbow glistens

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