XXI WHEN the Arts in their infancy were, In a fable of old tis expressdA wise magpie constructed that rare Little house for young birds, calld a nest. This was talkd of the whole country round; You might hear it on every bough sung, Now no longer upon the rough ground Will fond mothers brood over… … O POETRY FOR CHILDREN 83 To her mate did each female bird say, Let us fly to the magpie, my dear ; If she will but teach us the way,A nest we will build us up here. Its a thing thats close archd overhead,With a hole made to creep out and in ; We, my bird, might make just a bedIf we only knew how to…
Children's poetry, English
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