This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 Excerpt: ...Once on a time, in a beautiful wood, With a great many trees, a fine chestnut-tree stood; So tall that it seemed to a childish eye, Only a step from its top to the sky. In this tree a fine robin had built his nest, A beautiful fellow, with bright red breast; And such a song as this robin could sing--Its music made all the old branches ring! He would sing this song, so loud and clear, To his sweet little mate who sat listening near; And when it was finished, away flew he To hunt up a fine fat fly for her tea. His little wife sat on the nest all day, Tou could not have driven her far away; And what do you think she had in there, Hidden so close with tender care? They were dear little eggs, one, two, three, four, There would not have been any room for more; And she loved to keep them free from harm, And cover them up so nice and warm. She stayed there quietly day after day, Till two or three weeks had passed away, And then in the nest was the greatest rout, The eggs were broken, the birds were out. With their little red throats all open wide For something to eat every one of them cried, Giving their father, and mother too, Plenty of work beside singing to do. The parents were proud of their little brood, They were all very pretty and all very good, Except one named Bob, who was not inclined His father and mother always to mind. He thought, though he did not like to say, That he knew what was best, much better than they; The father had promised, when stronger they grew, He would teach them to fly, and to hop about too, And they thought that would be such a very fine thing, They could scarcely wait till 'twas time to take wing. Day after day when the sun arose The very same question they'd all propose: u Papa, don't you think we are strong enough yet?" And ...
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