74 STOEIES ABOUT BIRDS. 



His loving mistress, Mary Jane, 

 Was at the time so near him, 



That she could hear the Bird complain. — 

 He meant that she should hear him. 



in. 



"Why, Frank," she said, "'tis strange indeed! 

 You are my dearest treasure; 

 I give you every thing you need, 

 I always do, with pleasure. 



IV. 



" You have a splendid palace here ; 

 You're rich as Julius Caesar. — 

 This whining, then, 'tis very clear, 

 Is quite unkind to me, sir. 



"What is it that disturbs you so? 

 Why sing you thus so sadly? 

 What can I do? Pray let me know; 

 I'd do it for you gladly." 



VI. 



In tender tones, the Bird replied, 



"Those words, dear lady, grieve me: 



I never once your love denied; 

 I feel it all, believe me. 



