XXIII A LITTLE boy with crumbs of breadMany a hungry sparrow fed.It was a child of little senseWho this kind bounty did dispense;For suddenly twas from them torn,And all the birds were left forlornIn a hard time of frost and snow,Not knowing where for food to go.He would no longer give them…
Children's poetry, English
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