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The happy birds — the tuneful birds. 



How pleasant 'tis to see I 

 No spot can be a cheerless place. 



Where'er their presence be. 



A PETITION OF A BIRD. 



Oh ! stay your hand, my little boy, 



And do not rob my nest; 

 Why should you, for a moment's joy. 



My happy brood molest? 



