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55
A THIEF
You naughty, naughty, naughty rogue,
To steal those pretty eggs!
I'm glad to see you pricked your hands
And scratched your wicked legs.
I never thought my chubby son
Would like to join those thieves
Who rob the houses of the birds
Among the thorns and leaves.
To steal those pretty eggs!
I'm glad to see you pricked your hands
And scratched your wicked legs.
I never thought my chubby son
Would like to join those thieves
Who rob the houses of the birds
Among the thorns and leaves.
These lovely ovals all belong
To nightingales, not you;
Suppose thieves robbed your nursery
Of Rose and Dick and Sue—
Suppose they came when Dad was out,
And found my cosy nest,
Just think of Mother's streaming eyes
And Father's aching breast!
To nightingales, not you;
Suppose thieves robbed your nursery
Of Rose and Dick and Sue—
Suppose they came when Dad was out,
And found my cosy nest,
Just think of Mother's streaming eyes
And Father's aching breast!
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You left the parent birds one egg?
That's little comfort, Mick.
Do you imagine nightingales
Can't do arithmetic?
When robbers steal both you and Rose,
And take you far from here,
Because they leave me Dick and Sue
Shall I not notice, dear?
That's little comfort, Mick.
Do you imagine nightingales
Can't do arithmetic?
When robbers steal both you and Rose,
And take you far from here,
Because they leave me Dick and Sue
Shall I not notice, dear?
We'll find the cup that held the eggs,
And pop them in again:
Come, darling, let us run with them
To save the birds from pain.
If they are out this afternoon,
I'm sure they soon will come
With eager wings, with sparkling eyes,
To do their evening sum.
And pop them in again:
Come, darling, let us run with them
To save the birds from pain.
If they are out this afternoon,
I'm sure they soon will come
With eager wings, with sparkling eyes,
To do their evening sum.
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