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spire,

Than all your fine

 

 

 

 

 

proud,

 

 

 

 

 

  

See me, I am
Who loves

 

 
 

THE LITTLE BOY.

 

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Pr een nanan ae

The nightingale certainly wears @ plain coat,
But she cheers and delights with her song ;

While you, though so vain, cannot utter a note
To please by the use of your tongue.

The hawk cannot boast of a plumage 0 gay;
But piercing and clear is her eye ;

And while you are strutting about all the day,
She gallantly soars in the sky.

The dove may be clad in a plainer attire,
But she is not so selfish and cold ;
And her love and affection more pleasure in-

purple and gold.

So you see, mister peacock, you must not be

Although you can boast such a train ;
For many @ pird is more highly endowed,
And not half so conceited and vain.

   

a little boy,
to go to school ;

And though I am not very old,
I'll prove | am no fool.