Show JUST JUS 1 FOLKS FOLKS' r- r I JANET'S ANET'S CANARY I A little captive bird is he Who sings to Janet cheerily A throated silver-throated yellow thing I That never once has tried his wing Or nested neath the leaves spring ng Yet he has had a tender love love I His wild companions know not of Janet to him has opened wide Her heart and sheltered him inside No want of his has she deni denied d. d This blithe wee minstrel of delight e Has never felt the winds of night Suffered from snow or driving rain Battled with larger birds in vain A precious bit of food to gain Sweet singing bird lov love shelters me rue And holds holds' me prisoner is as thee To all my fetters reconciled I 1 I gladly barter freedom wild I To be eso so cherished d by bYI bya a child j i Jf r r. r o r I s |