LESSON XXVII.
Reading edition
THE SPARROW.
Glad to see you, little bird; 'Twas your little chirp I heard: What did you intend to say? "Give me something this cold day"?
That I will, and plenty, too; All the crumbs I saved for you. Don't be frightened—here's a treat: I will wait and see you eat.
Shocking tales I hear of you; Chirp, and tell me, are they true? Robbing all the summer long; Don't you think it very wrong?
Thomas says you steal his wheat; John complains, his plums you eat— Choose the ripest for your share, Never asking whose they are.
But I will not try to know What you did so long ago: There's your breakfast, eat away; Come to see me every day.
