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WOODMYTH & FABLE S-^ 



THE MYTH OF THE 

 SONG-SPARROW 



IS mother was the Brook and his sisters 

 were the Reeds, 

 And every one applauded when he sang about 



his deeds. 

 His vest was white, his mantle brown, as clear 



as they could be, 

 And his songs were fairly bubbling o'er wath 



melody and glee. 

 But an envious Neighbor splashed with mud our 



Brownie's coat and vest, 

 And then a final handful threw that stuck upon 



his breast. 

 The Brook-bird's mother did her best to wash 



the stains away; 

 But there they stuck, and, as it seems, are very 



like to stay. 

 And so he wears the splashes and the mud 



blotch, as you see; 

 But his songs are bubbling over still with melody 



and glee. 



