I SAW A LITTLE BIRDIE FLY.

I saw a little Birdie fly,

Merrily piping came he;

"Whom d'ye sing to, Bird?" said I;

"Sing?—I sing to Amy!"

"Very sweet you sing," I said;

"Then," quoth he, "to pay me,

Give one little crumb of bread,

A little smile from Amy."

"Just," he sings, "one little smile;

O, a frown would slay me!

Thanks, and now I'm gone awhile,—

Fare-you-well, dear Amy!"