DIALOGUE BETWEEN A CHILD AND BIRD. Little bird, little bird, come to me! I have a green cage ready for thee; Many bright flowers I'll bring to you, And fresh ripe cherries, all wet with dew. Thanks, little stranger, for all thy care, But dearly I love the clear cool air; And my snug little nest on the old oak tree, Is better than a golden cage to me. Little bird, little bird, where wilt thou go When the fields are all buried in snow? The ice will cover the old oak tree-- Little bird, little bird, stay with me. No, little stranger, God guides me, Over the hills and over the sea-- I would be free as the morning air, Chasing the sunshine everywhere.