  A little cock sparrow sat on a limb And shivered and shook and whined; And his little mate went and sat by him And asked what was on his mind. "The snow comes down and the north wind blows," The little cock sparrow said. "And the cold, cold world is so full of woes That I wish that I were dead." So his little mate chirped, "Come, fly with me," And they left that frosty limb, And they fluttered about from tree to tree, And she gayly chattered to him. And the little cock sparrow forgot the snow And the chilling wind that blew, Nor thought again of his weight of woe; He had something else to do. |
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