Ballads for little folk . nd boring, All day in the hard dry wood. Then up she went through the chimney, Never speaking a word,And out of the top flew a woodpecker, For she was changed to a bird. She had a scarlet cap on her head, And that was left the same,But all the rest of her clothes were burned Black as a coal in the flame. And every country school-boy Has seen her in the wood ;Where she lives in the trees till this very day, Boring and boring for food. And this is the lesson she teaches : Live not for yourself alone,Lest the needs you will not pity Shall one day be your own. A Legend of
Ballads for little folk . nd boring, All day in the hard dry wood. Then up she went through the chimney, Never speaking a word,And out of the top flew a woodpecker, For she was changed to a bird. She had a scarlet cap on her head, And that was left the same,But all the rest of her clothes were burned Black as a coal in the flame. And every country school-boy Has seen her in the wood ;Where she lives in the trees till this very day, Boring and boring for food. And this is the lesson she teaches : Live not for yourself alone,Lest the needs you will not pity Shall one day be your own. A Legend of the Northland. 153 Give plenty of what is given to you. Listen to pitys call ;Dont think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small. Now, my little boy, remember that, And try to be kind and good,When you see the woodpeckers sooty dress, And see her scarlet hood. You maynt be changed to a bird, though you live As selfishly as you can ;But you will be changed to a smaller thing — A mean and selfish
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