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receive a friend. Unknown. _The Worm_ No, little worm, you need not slip Into your hole, with such a skip; Drawing the gravel as you glide On to your smooth and slimy side. I'm not a crow, poor worm, not I, Peeping about your holes to spy, And fly away with you in air, To give my young ones each a share. No, and I'm not a rolling-stone, Creaking along with hollow groan; Nor am I of the naughty crew, Who don't care what poor worms go through, But trample on them as they lie, Rather than pass them gently by; Or keep them dangling on a hook, Choked in a dismal pond or brook, Till some poor fish comes swimming past, And finishes their pain at last. For my part, I could never bear Your tender flesh to hack and tear, Forgetting that poor worms endure As much as I should, to be sure, If any giant should come and jump On to my back, and kill me plump, Or run my heart through with a scythe, And think it fun to see me writhe! O no, I'm only looking about, To see you wriggle in and out, And drawing together your slimy rings, Instead of feet, like other things: So, little worm, don't slide and slip Into your hole, with such a skip. Ann Taylor. _The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse_ The city mouse lives in a house;-- The garden mouse lives in a bower, He's friendly with the frogs and toads, And sees the pretty plants in flower. The city mouse eats bread and cheese;-- The garden mouse eats what he can; We will not grudge him seeds and stocks, Poor little timid furry man. Christina G. Rossetti. _The Robin to His Mate_ Said Robin to his pretty mate, "Bring here a little hay; Lay here a stick and there a straw, And bring a little clay. "And we will build a little nest, Wherein you soon shall lay Your little eggs, so smooth, so blue; Come, let us work away. "And you shall keep them very warm; And only think, my dear, 'Twill not be long before we see Four little robins here. "They'll open wide their yellow mouths, And we will feed them well; For we shall love the little dears, Oh, more than I can tell! "And while the sun is shining warm
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