GOOD-BY, little birdie!
Fly to the sky,
Singing and singing
A merry good-by.
Tell all the birdies,
Flying above,
Nell, in the garden,
Sends them her love.
Tell how I found you,
Hurt, in a tree;
Then, when they're wounded,
They'll come right to me.
I'd like to go with you
If I could fly;
It must be so beautiful
Up in the sky!
Why, little birdie!
Why don't you go?
You sit on my finger,
And shake your head, "No!"--
He's off! Oh! how quickly
And gladly he rose!
I know he will love me
Wherever he goes.
I know--for he really
Seemed trying to say,
"My dear little Nelly,
I can't go away."
But just then some birdies
Came flying along,
And sang as they neared us
A chirruping song;
And he felt just as I do
When girls come and shout
Right under the window,
"Come, Nelly! come out!"
It 's wrong to be sorry;
I _ought_ to be glad;
But he's the best birdie
That ever I had.
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THERE was an old weather-vane high on a shed,
The wind came a courting and turned his head;
And all it could utter for lack of mouth
Was--East, and West, and North, and South.
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DUMPY DICKY said, "I can't;"
Joe said, "By and by;"
Grumpy Jacky said, "I shan't;"
Tommy said, "I'll try."
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[Illustration]
"HAVE you heard the news, good neighbor?"
"No. What is the news, I pray?"
"Why the cat went down to a concert
And frightened the music away."
[Illustration]
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