THE BIRD'S STORY. 



'' I once lived in a little house, 



And lived there very v^ell ; 

 I thought the world was small and round, 



And made of pale blue shell. 



I lived next in a little nest, 



Xor needed any other ; 

 I thought the world was made of straw. 



And brooded by my mother. 



One day I fluttered from the nest 



To see what I could find. 

 I said : 'The world is made of leaves, 



I have been very blind.' 



At length T flew beyond the tree. 

 Quite fit for grown-up labors ; 



I don't know how the world is made. 

 And neither do my neighbors." 



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