My dearest little Miss;
But listen to a wisdom-word,
For I can tell you this:
If many times you make up rhymes,
You may become a little bird,”
sang Sewing Bird.
“I cannot tell you what you heard.”
“Oh,” laughed Mary Frances. “Caught myself making a rhyme;—but I don’t want to become a little birdie, even though they are so dear,—besides, I don’t have wings.”