SUPPER FOR THE ROBINS.
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These dear little birdies Will not fly away; They come for their breakfast And supper each day. They come in the morning, At noon, and at night, And always are welcomed With greatest delight. And crumbs in abundance They always have found Just under the window, Spread out on the ground. Now Minnie and Ella Are watching to see Their dear little robins Come down from the tree, Where they have been warbling A beautiful lay, To charm the dear children At close of the day.
