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Waiting

Please little bird will you fly away
To master, and tell him I've been all day
Waiting, because he told me to wait
Till he should come out of the parson's gate.
I've waited and waited; I almost fear
That he has forgotten that I am here;
I've had no dinner, and you can't think
How glad I shall be when I get a drink!
He hasn't come through the gate I know,
For if he had I'd have seen him go;
And I'm certain he wouldn't stop there all day,
Do you think he has gone out the other way?
A good dog waits wherever its told,
And I've often heard I'm as good as gold;
And till master comes I must sit on here,
But I wish you'd remind him, birdie dear!