But grieved to the heart, the queer little
mite!
And 'twasn't her fault—she'd been fed so
much honey,
All the sweet in the world she took as her
right.
But grieved to the heart, the queer little
mite!
And 'twasn't her fault—she'd been fed so
much honey,
All the sweet in the world she took as her
right.