JENNY WREN.
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Jenny Wren's a lady, Very quiet she: That's her pretty mansion In the hollow tree. Peep into her parlor, Carpeted with down; There you'll see her sitting In her modest gown. Jenny Wren is busy, Summer days are near, And she has a houseful: Listen, and you'll hear. Little mouths are open From the hour she wakes, And to feed her darlings All her time it takes. Jenny Wren is moving: Breezes hurry by; Purple leaves are falling; Chilly grows the sky. Long before the snowflakes Through the orchard roam, Should you call on Jenny, Nobody's at home. GEORGE COOPER.
