And I don’t know what kind of a bird I am.
I am just a bird.
I have a pretty head and bright eyes to see you.
I have a pair of wings that I like for myself.
For I love to fly up toward the blue sky;
Please don’t take my wings and put them in your hat.
And in summer don’t let little boys shoot me.
“Yours truly,
“A Little Bird.”
The ladies were so warm in praising her that she quite lost her little bird head and announced that her collection would be neither coppers nor silver, but paper money.