302 TREE-TOP TROUBLE.
I will watch for you here by the rushes, To tell you, O friends, it is true.
"And so, little Laura, he s looking,
To call out of ways dark and drear
Some creature that gropes in the shadow,
Into glory and light, crystal clear."
��TREE-TOP TROUBLE.
DO you think, little sorrowful lady, That no one has trouble but you ? When you wish to "be gay as a robin," Remember, we robins get blue.
Aren t there bloodthirsty cats to appall us With fearful and terrible stare ?
So a mother-bird never is happy, Nor free from solicitous care.
Why, the mischievous boys of the village I think will unsettle my brain,
When they threaten to torture and pillage, Regardless of protest or pain,
And then, Mr. Robin is careless He don t stay at home as he should ;
And if I reproach him he whistles, And flies to his club in the wood.
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