LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 115

 

DON’T KILL THE BIRDS.

Don’t kill the birds, the little birds
That sing about your door,

Soon as the joyous spring has come,
And chilling storms are o’er.

The little birds, how sweet they sing ;
Oh, let them joyous live, .

And do not seek to take their life,
Which you can never give.

Don’t kill the birds, the pretty bird

That play among the trees ;
’'T would make the earth a cheerless place
To see no more of these.