LESSON XXVII.

THE SPARROW.

  1. Glad to see you, little bird;
    'Twas your little chirp I heard:
    What did you intend to say?
    "Give me something this cold day"?
  2. That I will, and plenty, too;
    All the crumbs I saved for you.
    Don't be frightened—here's a treat:
    I will wait and see you eat.
  3. Shocking tales I hear of you;
    Chirp, and tell me, are they true?
    Robbing all the summer long;
    Don't you think it very wrong?
  4. Thomas says you steal his wheat;
    John complains, his plums you eat—
    Choose the ripest for your share,
    Never asking whose they are.
  5. But I will not try to know
    What you did so long ago:
    There's your breakfast, eat away;
    Come to see me every day.