A WISH FOR WINGS.
Reading edition
O dear little birdie, how nice it must be To be able to fly Far away to the sky, Or to sit on the toss-away top of a tree. I wish you would lend me your wings for a day. I have two little feet That can run on the street, One step at a time, but I can’t fly away. I would fly to the woods if I only had wings; Over house-top and tree, Like a bird or a bee, And sit by the side of the thrush while she sings. I would count the blue eggs in her snug little nest; I would stay all day long, To hear her sweet song, And bring home a feather of gold from her breast. Mrs. S. J. Brigham.