THE ROBIN’S SONG.
Reading edition
The snow’s on the ground, And the cold’s in the air; There is nothing to eat, And the branches are bare: Tweet, tweet, tweet!
Open the window, Kind lady, we pray; Bestow a few crumbs Upon us to-day: Tweet, tweet, tweet!
You’ve flannel and furs To keep yourself warm; You are not obliged To be out in the storm: Tweet, tweet, tweet!
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We’ve only our feathers For bonnet and dress; We’re cold and we’re hungry, We freely confess: Tweet, tweet, tweet!
Then feed us while winter Spreads snow o’er the plain, And we’ll sing you our songs When it’s summer again: Tweet, tweet, tweet!
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