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bitter tears, and buried him ina pretty grave, whigh they decked
with flowers, ‘The bird’s lifeless form was laid in a smart red
box, because he was to be buried with regal honours. Poor

 

bird! whilst he was still living and singing, they forgot him,
and left him to suffer want in his cage; now he was treated
with state, and was mourned with many tears.

But the patch of grass with the daisy was thrown into the
dust of the road. Nobody thought of the humble flower who
had felt most for the little bird, and who would so willingly
have comforted him