Ballads for little folk . WHAT A BIRD TAUGHT. Why do you come to my apple-tree,Little bird so grey ? Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-twit-twee !That was all he would say. Why do you lock your rosy feetSo closely round the spray?Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-tweet !That was all he would say. Why on the topmost bough do you get,Little bird so grey ? Twit-twit-twee, twit-twit-twit!That was all he would say. Where is your mate ? come answer me,Little bird so grey ! Twit-twit-twit ! twit-twit-twee !That was all he would say. And has she little rosy feet ?And is her body grey ? Twit-twit-twee ! twit-twit-tw
Ballads for little folk . WHAT A BIRD TAUGHT. Why do you come to my apple-tree,Little bird so grey ? Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-twit-twee !That was all he would say. Why do you lock your rosy feetSo closely round the spray?Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-tweet !That was all he would say. Why on the topmost bough do you get,Little bird so grey ? Twit-twit-twee, twit-twit-twit!That was all he would say. Where is your mate ? come answer me,Little bird so grey ! Twit-twit-twit ! twit-twit-twee !That was all he would say. And has she little rosy feet ?And is her body grey ? Twit-twit-twee ! twit-twit-twit!That was all he would say. 8o What a Bird Taught. And will she come with you and sitIn my apple-tree some day ? Twit-twit-twee ! twit-twit-twit!He said as he flew away. Twit-twit ! twit-twit ! twit! tweet ! Why, what in that should beTo make it seem so very sweet ?And then it came to me. This little wilding of the wood,With wing so grey and fleet, Did just the best for you he could,And that is why twas
Size: 1288px × 1940px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, booksubjectchildre, bookyear1874
