As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake,
Which her mother had said she was going to make,
A gentleman knock’d at the door!
He enter’d the parlor and show’d much surprise,
That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,
For he never had heard her before.
Miss Peggy asham’d, and to hide her disgrace,
Took hold of her frock, and quite cover’d her face,
For she knew she was naughty just then
And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,
She promis’d her mother to make no more noise,
And kiss’d her again and again.
THE BIRD.
Look, what a pretty Bird I’ve got!
In yonder island field ’twas caught;
Just see its breast and painted wings,
And listen, John, how sweet it sings.
Do let me keep it, I’ll engage
To mind it safely in this cage;
And not a moment will I ask
To idle from my school or task.
I’ll feed you well, my pretty Bird,
With worms and crumbs of bread and seed,
And no ill-natured cat is here
To fill your little breast with fear.
Said kind Mama, O do not so,
But haste, Maria, let it go
And then among the feathered throng,
’Twill treat you with its pretty song.