BET-TY came to make a call on Pol-ly. So Pol-ly got out all her toys,
and put them on the floor in a great heap, and they each sat down
be-side them. Bet-ty liked best of all a stuffed rab-bit that squeaked
when you squeezed it; and she tucked it un-der her arm, and took it all
a-bout from room to room with her. Pol-ly at last, when she saw how much
she liked it, gave it to her for her ver-y own; and Bet-ty went home
hap-py, with the rabbit on her arms.
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"FLY LITTLE BIRD AWAY."
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A LIT-TLE girl
Read in her book,
How a wick-ed boy
A wild bird took
From out its nest
In the green-wood tree.
A cap-tive now
'Tis forced to be,
And flut-ters its poor
wings all day long,
And beats the bars of its cage so strong.
"Poor lit-tle bird!"
She soft-ly cried;
Then on her head
Her hood she tied,
Took down the cage
Of her own bird,
Opened the door,
With joy-ous word.
"Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way,"
quoth she,
"Back to your home in the green-wood tree."
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A-way, a-way,
The glad bird flew,
Far out of sight,
In heav-ens blue.
The wee girl watched
With won-der-ing eye,
Till it had fad-ed
In the sky,
Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo!
My bird is gone! What shall I do?"
Her pin-a-fore
With tears was wet:
"My bird a-gain,
"I'll nev-er get."
At last she raised
Her weep-ing eye,
And there at hand,
What should she spy
But bird-ie hop-ping in
his door,
Tired of his freedom,
back once more.
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