called to the butcherto stop his dog. Thebutcher caught himjust in time to saveme. Then Butter-cups mother tookme from under thecounter, where I lay-trembling. She car-ried me in her arms to thecarriage. Buttercup was crying,for she thought I was lost.When we got home my master talked to me.… … THE BOY AND THE BIRD. Boy. — Dicky-bird, dicky-bird,whither away?Why do you fly when I wish you tostay?I never would harm you if you wouldcome And sing me a song while youperch on my thumb. Bird. — Boy, I will sing to you here in the tree,But pray do not come any-nearer to me;For your open mouth…
Children's stories · Children's poetry
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