. Stories for little children . oak tree, that stood at the edge of asmall wood. The little boy sat down on one ofthe roots and opened his book. But first, thought he, Ill finish mybread and butter. So he let his book drop, and, as he ate, hebegan to sing a little song with which hismother sometimes put the baby to sleep. Thisis the way the song began: I bought a bird, and my bird pleased me;I tied my bird behind a tree;Bird said - Fiddle-diddle-dee! sang something, orsomebody, behind the oak. Davie looked alittle frightened, for that was just what he wasabout to sing in his song. But he jumpe
. Stories for little children . oak tree, that stood at the edge of asmall wood. The little boy sat down on one ofthe roots and opened his book. But first, thought he, Ill finish mybread and butter. So he let his book drop, and, as he ate, hebegan to sing a little song with which hismother sometimes put the baby to sleep. Thisis the way the song began: I bought a bird, and my bird pleased me;I tied my bird behind a tree;Bird said - Fiddle-diddle-dee! sang something, orsomebody, behind the oak. Davie looked alittle frightened, for that was just what he wasabout to sing in his song. But he jumped upand ran around to the other side of the there was a little brown wren, and it had alittle golden thread around its neck, and thethread was tied to a root of the big ! said Davie, was that you?Now, of course Davie had not expected thewren to answer him. But the bird turned herhead on one side, and, looking up at Davie, said: 356 FIDDLE-DIDDLE-DEE! Yes, of course it was! Who else did yousuppose it could be?. THIS IS THE LITTLE WREV. Oh, yes! said Davie, very much aston-ished. Oh, yes, of course! But I thought youonly did it in the song! Well, said the wren, were not you sing-ing the song, and am not I in the song, andwhat else could I do? Yes, I suppose so, said Davie. Well, go on, then, said the wren, anddont bother me. Davie felt very queer. He stopped a mo-ment, but soon thought that he must do as hewas bid, and he began to sing again: I bought a hen, and my hen pleased me;I tied my hen behind a tree;Hen said - 357 STORIES FOR LITTLE CHILDREN Shinny-shack! Shinny-shack! interruptedanother voice, so loudly that Davies heartgave a great thump, as he turned around.
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