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THE SPARROW ON THE TREE |
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![]() Alfred S. Gatty
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3. Come in,my darling bird,
And sit by me in here, 111 dry your little wings,
They must be wet,I fear,* Please come into this barn,my son,
And 'cuddle1 close to me_ " But ne'er another word
Said the sparrow on the tree. |
4. The little bird was drowned ;
The mother hung her head; Next morning,as I passed,
I found her lying dead, So never say,'"You do not care,"
For"dont care','as you see, Is certain to be drowned,
Like the sparrow on the tree. |
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