"I once lived in a little house,
And lived there very well;
I thought the world was small and round,
And made of pale blue shell.
I lived next in a little nest,
Nor needed any other;
I thought the world was made of straw,
And brooded by my mother.
One day I fluttered from the nest
To see what I could find.
I said: 'The world is made of leaves,
I have been very blind.'
At length I flew beyond the tree,
Quite fit for grown-up labors;
I don't know how the world _is_ made,
And neither do my neighbors."
[Illustration: From col. F. M. Woodruff.
VERDIN.
Copyrighted by
Nature Study Pub. Co., 1897, Chicago.]