  I saw a little Birdie fly, Merrily piping came he; "Whom d'ye sing to, Bird?" said I; "Sing?—I sing to Amy!" "Very sweet you sing," I said; "Then," quoth he, "to pay me, Give one little crumb of bread, A little smile from Amy." "Just," he sings, "one little smile; O, a frown would slay me! Thanks, and now I'm gone awhile,— Fare-you-well, dear Amy!" flower |
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