THE BIRD'S STORY. 



1 1 once lived in a little house, 



And lived there very well ; 

 I thought the world was small and round, 



And made of pale blue shell. 



I lived next in a little nest, * ' 



Nor 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 : l The world is made of leaves, 

 I have been very blind.' 



At length I 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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