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BY F. C. WOODWORTH,

 

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A Yellow bird complained one day
That he was not contented—
That, though he sang a cheerful lay,
His fate he oft lamented.

I.

_ His loving mistress, Mary Jane,
Was at the time so near him,

That she could hear the Bird complain—
He meant that she should hear him.

Il.
“Why, Frank,” she said, “’tis strange indeed |
You are my dearest treasure ,
I give you everything you need,
I always do with pleasure.

IV.

“ You have a splendid palace here ;
Youre rich as Julius Casar.—
This whining, then, ’tis very clear,
Is quite unkind to me, sir.

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“ What is it that disturbs you so?
Why sing you thus so sadly ?
What canI do? Pray let me know’
I'd do it for you gladly.”

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In tender tones, the Bird replied,
“Those words, dear lady, grieve me;
I never once your love denied ;
I feel it all, believe me.