But well I can tell,
When Ann gave the man
Her money, she wish'd not for any:
He said, "I've no bread,"
She heard, and preferr'd
To give him her pretty new penny.
XXI.
The Canary.
Mary had a little bird,
With feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs,—upon my word,
He was a pretty fellow!
Sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary;
Often where his cage was hung,
She sat to hear Canary.
Crumbs of bread and dainty seeds
She carried to him daily,
Seeking for the early weeds,
She deck'd his palace gaily.