Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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Little Birds and cruel Boys.
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Little Birds and cruel Boys.
A little bird built a warm nest in a tree,
And laid some blue eggs in it, one, two, and three,
And then very glad and delighted was she.
And laid some blue eggs in it, one, two, and three,
And then very glad and delighted was she.
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So, after a while, but how long I can't tell,
The little ones crept, one by one, from the shell;
And their mother was pleased, and she loved them well.
The little ones crept, one by one, from the shell;
And their mother was pleased, and she loved them well.
She spread her soft wings on them all the day long,
To warm and to guard them, her love was so strong;
And her mate sat beside her and sung her a song.
To warm and to guard them, her love was so strong;
And her mate sat beside her and sung her a song.
One day the young birds were all crying for food,
So off flew their mother away from her brood;
And up came some boys who were wicked and rude.
So off flew their mother away from her brood;
And up came some boys who were wicked and rude.
So they pull'd the warm nest down away from the tree;
And the little ones cried, but they could not get free;
So at last they all died away, one, two, and three.
And the little ones cried, but they could not get free;
So at last they all died away, one, two, and three.
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But when back again the poor mother did fly,
Oh, then she set up a most pitiful cry!
So she mourn'd a long while, and then lay down to die!
Oh, then she set up a most pitiful cry!
So she mourn'd a long while, and then lay down to die!
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