LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

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Sing A, B, C,
They never can know A,B, C.

Hastings’ ‘‘ Nursery Songs.”

  
 
    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

THE SPARROW.

Glad to see you, little bird,
T was your little chirp I heard ;

What did you intend to say?

“ Give me something this cold day?”

That I will, and plenty too;
All these crumbs I saved for you:
Don’t be frightened—here’s a treat;
I will wait and see you eat.

Shocking tales I hear of you ;
Chirp, and tell me, are they true?

Robbing all the summer long ;
Don’t you think it very wrong?

Thomas says you steal his wheat,
John complains his plums you eat,

Choose the ripest for your share,
Never asking whose they are.

But I will not try to know
What you did so long ago:
There’s your breakfast, eat away ;

Come and see me every day.
Child’s Book of Poetry.