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THE LITTLE BROWN BIRD |
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There's a little brown bird in the spinney, With a little gold cap on its head, Gold as the gold of a guinea,
And its legs they are wobbly and red. Myself. " Little brown bird, is your singing
Over and finished and done ? " Bird. " I wait for the fairy who's bringing Spring and its showers and its sun."
Myself. " What will you do in December ? "
Bird. " Do ? What I'm doing just now :
Here on the first of November,
Shivering mute on a bough." e 65 |
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