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SONGS FOE THE NUESFEY. |
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We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her hrood. Cluck ! cluck !" said the hen. " Don't ask me again !
" Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr! All the hirds make a stir! Let us find out his nam«, And all cry, ' For shame !' "
" I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green.
" I think I never heard Of any thing so mean."
" It is very cruel, too,"
Said little Alice Neal. " I wonder if he knew
How sad the bird would feel?"
A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed ; For he stole that pretty nest From poor little Yellow-breast. And he felt so full of shame, He didn't like to tell his name. |
DAME DUCK'S LECTURE.
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood Of ducklings, small and callow :
Their little wings are short, their down Is mottled-gray and yellow.
There is a quiet little stream
That runs into the moat, Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,
Aud water-lilies float.
Close by the margin of the brook
The old duck made her nest— Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,
Aud down from her own breast.
And there she sat for four long weeks,
In rainy days and fine, Until the ducklings all came out—
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One peeped from out beneath her wing,
One scrambled on her back. " That's very rude," said old Dame Duck:
"Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!"
" 'Tis close," said Dame Duck, shoving out
The egg-shells with her bill; " Besides, it never suits young ducks
To keep them sitting still."
So, rising from her nest, she said,
" Now, children, look at me : A well-bred duck should waddle so,
From side to side—d'ye see ?"
"Yes," said the little ones. And then
She went on to explain : "A well-bred duck turns in its toee
As I do : try again."
" Yes," said the ducklings, waddling on.
" That's better," said their mother; " But well-bred ducks walk in a row,
Straight—one behind another."
"Yes," said the little ducks again,
All waddling in a row. " Now to the pond!" said old Dame Duck.
Splash! splash! and in they go. |
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THE LITTLE ROBIN-REDBREASTS.
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Two robin-redbreasts built their nest
Within a hollow tree; The hen sat quietly at home,
The cock sung merrily; And all the little young ones said,
" Wee-wee! wee-wee! wee-wee!"
One day the sun was warm and bright,
And shining in the sky; Cock Robin said, " My little dears,
'Tis time you learned to fly." And all the little young ones said,
" I'll try ! I'll try ! I'll try !"
I know a child, and who she is
I'll tell you by-and-by, When mamma says " Do this" or " that,"
She says, " What for ?" and " Why ?" She'd be a better child by far
If she would say, " I'll try." |
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