THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE BIRD.
Reading edition
BY ELIZABETH A. DAVIS.
"It's going to rain, you dear little bird: Fly into your house; don't stop for a word." "Yes, I saw a black cloud as I sat on the tree, But I care not for rain—I have feathers, you see." "You have feathers, I know, but your little pink feet Will be numb with the cold when the cruel rains beat." "Oh no; I shall tuck them up snugly and warm, Close under my body, all safe from the storm." "But the branches will rock, and the dark night will come: Oh, do, little bird, fly away to your home!" "Never fear, pretty one, as I rock I shall sing, And how soundly I'll sleep with my head 'neath my wing!" "Oh, birdie, dear birdie, I'd like much to know How you're always so happy, blow high or blow low." "Don't you know we've a Father who cares for me? And that is the reason I'm happy and free."