. Picture fables . BOY AND BUTTERFLY. BOY. Little pretty butterfly, Eoaming through the air so high,Tell me now, whereon live you,As you fly the garden Blossom-scent, and sunshine fair,Are the tood for which I care. The boy would have caught the butterfly,But that it beggd so piteously, Dear boy, do me no grievous ill;Let me play in the sunshine it hath passd, the evening red, I shall be lying, cold and F. BOY AND BIRD. BOY. Now I shall grasp tliee, bird so bright;BIRD. Dost thou grasp me ? Then hold me Oh thats naughty, bird, of thee,Thus to have flo
. Picture fables . BOY AND BUTTERFLY. BOY. Little pretty butterfly, Eoaming through the air so high,Tell me now, whereon live you,As you fly the garden Blossom-scent, and sunshine fair,Are the tood for which I care. The boy would have caught the butterfly,But that it beggd so piteously, Dear boy, do me no grievous ill;Let me play in the sunshine it hath passd, the evening red, I shall be lying, cold and F. BOY AND BIRD. BOY. Now I shall grasp tliee, bird so bright;BIRD. Dost thou grasp me ? Then hold me Oh thats naughty, bird, of thee,Thus to have flown upon the Haste thee a pair of wings to buy, Then thou canst come there as quick as I. The bird sat safely upon the tree. While the boy was watching him wistfully. At first he was vexd, -but not for long; For he thought, After all, it is not wrong, That the bird on the tree should like best to sing, While in freedom down here I can run and spring. 34
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