From woodbine, says Brownie, my dear Mr. Wren, The sparrows would drive us away.In the rose by the door cats would eat us, I m sure; Let us build in the apple-tree, pray,Pray, pray, — Let us build in the apple-tree, pray. So away high up in the old apple-tree Mr. Wren built Brownie a nest,And t is…
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