What is true happiness, I say.
A soar through the sky, replies the blue jay.
How can I find it? I wonder aloud.
The bee says, "Look beneath storm clouds."
When can I find it? I question the mole.
"When you rest cozily in your hole."
Who can I find it with? I ask myself.
"With you," I reply, "not anyone else!"
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