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SLEEP, LITTLE BIRDIE!
Hush, little birdie,
I'll sing you a song,
One that is sweet,
And not very long;
Peep! peep!
Go to sleep!
Lullaby, birdie!
While taking your rest,—
Nothing shall harm you,
You're safe in your nest.
Peep! peep!
Go to sleep!
THE WOUNDED FOOT.
The children are grieved, for the poor little boy
Has wounded his foot with a thorn;
And Willie and Fred have left their play,
And both of them have gone
To ask mamma to run to the spot,
And try to relieve the pain;
She will help the dear boy, but he must not run
Without stockings and shoes again.
