by Elizabeth Turner (1775-1846)
Mary had a little bird,
With feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs-upon my word,
He was a
pretty fellow!
Sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted
Mary;
Often where his cage was hung,
She sat to hear Canary.
Crumbs of bread and dainty seeds
She carried to him daily,
Seeking for
the early weeds,
She decked his palace gaily.
This, my little
readers, learn,
And ever practice duly;
Songs and smiles of love
return
To friends who love you truly.
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