OUR HOME BIRDS. 
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WlNKIE. 
And shakes our little green curtains too. 
Oh, there’s a hole ; I can see right through : 
I’m glad there’s a hole, and I’ll tell you why : 
Why, only look up there with your little eye, 
And you’ll see the sun shining up in the sky. 
Oh, there’s another ! 
Look, sister ! look, brother ! 
Blinkie. 
How the breezes keep ripping 
As by they are tripping ! 
A hole first in one place, and then in another : 
Here and there, and all about, 
So that the sun can peep in here, and we can peep out. 
Blee. 
But where is papa gone, and dear little mother? 
I’ll tell you what it is, sister; I’ll tell you what it is, brother : 
If there is one thing tickles me more than another 
(And you will agree), 
It is to see, 
All suddenly, 
Papa, with his beautiful golden breast, 
Leaning over the edge of the nest. 
Binniwink. 
But would you not rather 
Now see pretty mother ? 
Our dear little mother has such a kind eye. 
