"FLY LITTLE BIRD AWAY."

A lit-tle girl Read in her book, How a wick-ed boy A wild bird took From out its nest In the green-wood tree A cap-tive now 'Tis forced to be, And flutters its poor wings all day long, And beats the bars of its cage so strong.

"Poor lit-tle bird!" She soft-ly cried; Then on her head Her hood she tied, Took down the cage Of her own bird, Opened the door, With joy-ous word. "Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way," quoth she, Back to your home in the green-wood tree.

A-way, a-way, The glad bird flew, Far out of sight, In heav-ens blue. The wee girl watched With won-der-ing eye, Till it had fad-ed In the sky, Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo! My bird is gone! What shall I do?"

Her pin-a-fore With tears was wet: "My bird a-gain, I'll nev-er get." At last she raised Her weep-ing eye, And there at hand, What should she spy But bird-ie hop-ping in his door, Tired of his free-dom, back once more.