Here are Tot, Tom and Toby:
There are lots of things to see;
There are dogs and cats and horses and goats,
As happy as they can be.
Turn the leaves gently. The dogs and the cats,
And the little children, too,
Will be hurt if you tear them. How would you feel
If any one tore up you?
"FLY LITTLE BIRD AWAY."
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A lit-tle girl
Read in her book,
How a wick-ed boy
A wild bird took
From out its nest
In the green-wood tree
A cap-tive now
'Tis forced to be,
And flutters its poor wings all day long,
And beats the bars of its cage so strong.
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"Poor lit-tle bird!"
She soft-ly cried;
Then on her head
Her hood she tied,
Took down the cage
Of her own bird,
Opened the door,
With joy-ous word.
"Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way," quoth she,
Back to your home in the green-wood tree.
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A-way, a-way,
The glad bird flew,
Far out of sight,
In heav-ens blue.
The wee girl watched
With won-der-ing eye,
Till it had fad-ed
In the sky,
Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo!
My bird is gone! What shall I do?"
[Illustration]
Her pin-a-fore
With tears was wet:
"My bird a-gain,
I'll nev-er get.
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