“COME, LITTLE BIRD!”
“Come, little bird, I have waited some time,
Light on my hand, and I’ll give you a dime.
I have a cage that will keep you warm,
Free from danger, and safe from storm.”
“No, little lady, we cannot do that,
Not for a dime, nor a brand new hat.
We are so happy, and wild, and free,
Chee-dee-dee! Chee-dee-dee!”
“Fly, pretty bird, fly down, and take
Just a crumb of my Christmas cake;
Santa Claus brought it to me, you know,
Over the snow. Over the snow.”
“Yes, we know of your home, so rare,
And stockings hung in the fire-light there;
We peeped through the window-blinds to see.
Chee-dee-dee! Chee-dee-dee!
“We were on the button-ball tree,
Closer than we were thought to be;
Soon you may have us in to tea,
Chee-dee-dee! Chee-dee-dee!”
SIRENA’S TROUBLE.
Adalina Patti was a doll of most trying disposition. You wouldn’t tell, when she woke up, what distracting thing she’d do first. I’ve known her, when seated at the breakfast table, in her high chair, next to Sirena, her little mamma, I have known her to jerk suddenly forward, and plunge her face right into a plate of buttered cakes and syrup.