“I once lived in a little house, And lived there very well; I thought the world was small and round, And made of pale blue shell. I lived next in a little nest, Nor needed any other; I thought the world was made of straw, And brooded by my mother. One day I fluttered from the nest To see what I could find. I said: ‘The world is made of leaves, I have been very blind.’ At length I flew beyond the tree, Quite fit for grown-up labors; I don’t know how the world is made, And neither do my neighbors.”
image verdin. From col. F. M. Woodruff. Copyrighted by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1897, Chicago.
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