THE BIRD’S STORY.
Reading edition
“I once lived in a little house, And lived there very well; I thought the world was small and round, And made of pale blue shell.
I lived next in a little nest, Nor needed any other; I thought the world was made of straw, And brooded by my mother.
One day I fluttered from the nest To see what I could find. I said: ‘The world is made of leaves, I have been very blind.’
At length I flew beyond the tree, Quite fit for grown-up labors; I don’t know how the world is made, And neither do my neighbors.”
verdin. From col. F. M. Woodruff. Copyrighted by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1897, Chicago.
