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assigned, Meet it with a cheerful mind." MRS. DINAH MARIA (MULOCK) CRAIK. * * * * * WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST. Te-whit! te-whit! te-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made? Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave for you a wisp of hay, And did not take your nest away. Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. Not I, said the dog, bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean as that, now, I gave hairs the nest to make, But the nest I did not take. Not I, said the dog, bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean as that, now. Not I, said the sheep, Oh no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so! I gave the wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa! baa! said the sheep; Oh no, I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I would not rob a bird, Said little Mary Green; I think I never heard Of any thing so mean. 'Tis very cruel, too, Said little Alice Neal; I wonder if she knew How sad the bird would feel? A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed, For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow-breast; And he felt so full of shame He didn't like to tell his name. _Hymns for Mother and Children._ * * * * * WHO STOLE THE EGGS? "Oh, what is the matter with Robin, That makes her cry round here all day? I think she must be in great trouble," Said Swallow to little Blue Jay. "I know why the Robin is crying," Said Wren, with a sob in her breast; "A naughty bold robber has stolen Three little blue eggs from her nest. "He carried them home in his pocket; I saw him, from up in this tree: Ah me! how my little heart fluttered For fear he would come and rob me!" "Oh! what little boy was so wicked?" Said Swallow, beginning to cry; "I wouldn't be guilty of robbing A dear little bird's-nest--not I." "Nor I!" said the birds in a chorus: "A cruel and mischievous boy! I pity his father and mother; He surely can't give them much joy. "I guess he forgot what a pleasure The dear little robins all bring, In early spring-time and in summer, By the beautiful songs that they s
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