XI.—THE SPARROWS.
“Little brown sparrows,
Flying around,
Up in the tree-tops,
Down on the ground,
“Come to my window,
Dear sparrows, come!
See! I will give you
Many a crumb.
“Here is some water,
Sparkling and clear;
Come, little sparrows,
Drink without fear.
“If you are tired,
Here is a nest;
Wouldn’t you like to
Come here to rest?”
All the brown sparrows
Flutter away,
Chirping and singing,
“We cannot stay;
“For in the tree-tops,
’Mong the gray boughs,
There is the sparrows’
Snug little house.”