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A NURSERY SONG.
As I walk'd over the hills one day,
"In all the green world there is nothing so sweet
As my little lammie with his nimble feet,
With his eye so bright,
And his wool so white:
Oh! he is my darling, my heart's delight,
That sings in the tree,
Dearly may dote on his darlings four;
As they went to sleep on the hill-side warm,
I went to the kitchen, and what did I see
My kittens, with tails all so cunningly curl'd, Are the prettiest things that can be in the world.
The bird on the tree,
And the old ewe, she
May love their babies exceedingly;
But I love my kittens there,
I love my kittens with all my might,
I love them at morning, and noon, and night.
Which of the three, for the life of me,
I love them all so well.
Now I'll take up my kitties, the kitties I love,
And we'll lie down together beneath the warm stove."
Let the kitties sleep under the stove so warm,
I went to the yard, and saw the old hen
Go clucking about with chickens ten.
She cluck'd, and she scratch'd, and she bristled away; And what do you think I heard the hen say?
I heard her say, "The sun never did shine
On anything like to these chickens of mine.
You may hunt the full moon, and the stars, if you please,
The kittens could crow,
Or the lammie on two yellow legs could go.
My own dear darlings! my sweet little things!
And the chickens all sped
As fast as they could to their nice feather-bed ;
THE skylark's nest among the grass
With oak-leaves strew'd around.
The wren builds in an ivied thorn,
The mossy nest so cover'd in,
The martins build their nests of clay,
The cuckoo makes no nest at all,
The sparrow has a nest of hay,
Rooks build together in a wood,
And often disagree;
The owl will build inside a barn,
Or in a hollow tree.
The blackbird's nest of grass and mud
The magpie's nest is made with thorns
Birds build their nests from year
The habits of each little bird,