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A FLEDGLING
“Why is it, little chick,” I said
“That you so ragged go?”
“Alas,” he answered, “father's dead
And mother cannot sew.
“That you so ragged go?”
“Alas,” he answered, “father's dead
And mother cannot sew.
“She does her very best to lay,
Till I have learned to crow;
But bread is rising every day,
And eggs, alas, are low.”
Till I have learned to crow;
But bread is rising every day,
And eggs, alas, are low.”
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