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 flut-ters 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 freedom, back once more.
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