FIRST PITY
Reading edition
I 'VE found a bird that's hurt. It flutters so and cries, Then looks its pain at me With such bright frightened eyes. Its feathers are so soft! How quiet it is now! I want to make it well— I wish my hands knew how!
Reading edition
I 'VE found a bird that's hurt. It flutters so and cries, Then looks its pain at me With such bright frightened eyes. Its feathers are so soft! How quiet it is now! I want to make it well— I wish my hands knew how!