Stranica 61 [61]
Chuck! chuck! said the hen,
Dont ask me again ;
Why, I haven't a chick
Would do such a trick.
We all gave her a feather,
And she wove them together.
I d scorn to intrude
On her and her brood.
Chuck! chuck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again.
Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr !
We will make a great stir.
Let us find out his name,
And all cry—For shame!
A little boy hung down his
head,
And went and hid behind the
bed ;
For he stole that pretty nest
From little Robin Redbreast ;
And he felt so full of shame
He did not like to tell his name.
BIRD S-NEST ?
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