Poor Jeannic’s Pet.

On, chide not poor Jeannie, nor say she is weak,

When you see the large tears rolling down from
her cheek ;

Say not she is silly, nor deem her absurd,

To sorrow so much. for the loss of a bird.

Little Jeannie is lame, and her parents are poor,

And she has no fine birds hanging out at the
door ;

No pet but this poor little snow-bird had she,

Who came every day chirping his chick-a-dee-dee.