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BIRD THOUGHTS[2]
I lived first in a little house,
And lived there very well;
I thought the world was small and round,
And made of pale blue shell.
And lived there very well;
I thought the world was small and round,
And made of pale blue shell.
I lived next in a little nest,
Nor needed any other;
I thought the world was made of straw,
And brooded by my mother.
Nor needed any other;
I thought the world was made of straw,
And brooded by my mother.
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To see what I could find.
I said, "The world is made of leaves;
I have been very blind.''
At length I flew beyond the tree,
Quite fit for grown-up labours.
I don't know how the world is made,
And neither do my neighbours!
Quite fit for grown-up labours.
I don't know how the world is made,
And neither do my neighbours!
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