. Picture fables . ^ THE CANARY-BIRD. POOR little bird, there youre lying, dead—You can seek no more for a crumb of bread,Your bright eye no longer can look on me,You cant sit on my shoulder, gleefully;And never more from your throat will ringThe joyous song you were wont to sing. The children came, and in sorrow interrdIn the pleasant garden the poor dead bird:On its grave they planted a rose-bush, too,Whereon the sweetest of buds soon grew;And there sat the children many a day, For they loved the spot where their favourite lay. 20. I ,, . ^! \ iL-s^S^ PAPER KITE AND BIRDS. SEE you the great
. Picture fables . ^ THE CANARY-BIRD. POOR little bird, there youre lying, dead—You can seek no more for a crumb of bread,Your bright eye no longer can look on me,You cant sit on my shoulder, gleefully;And never more from your throat will ringThe joyous song you were wont to sing. The children came, and in sorrow interrdIn the pleasant garden the poor dead bird:On its grave they planted a rose-bush, too,Whereon the sweetest of buds soon grew;And there sat the children many a day, For they loved the spot where their favourite lay. 20. I ,, . ^! \ iL-s^S^ PAPER KITE AND BIRDS. SEE you the great bird flying up there ?All you little ones, pray take care ;-For if you only come in his way,Hell eat you up surely, without Indeed, your great creature wont make me afraid;Its only of painted paper made. All on a sudden the brisk wind fell, And down came the terrible bird, pell-mell! The boys they tried and they tried in vain, They never could get it up again ; But the little ones all, though no wind did blow, Still flutterd merrily to and fro. 21
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