THE BIRD’S ANSWER.

“I am sorry, my dear, But I’d rather live here; The skies they are fair, And I love the fresh air, The trees they are green, And I sit like a queen, On a branch as it goes, While the pleasant wind blows I have more on my table To eat than I’m able, For the very large field My dessert does yield; But come from your book, With a good humored look, When with care you have read And your lesson is said, Sit under the tree, With your sewing by me, And this afternoon, I will sing you a tune.”