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Show o I KILLED A ROBIN. killed a robin. The little thing, With scarlet breast on a glossy wing, "hn.t comes in the apple-tree to sing. 1 ; ' I Hung aistone jis he twittered there; ' only meant to give him a scare, "lut off It went nnd hit him square. v little Mutter a little cry "hen on the ground I saw him Ho; ' didn't think he was going to die. 'Jut as.I watched him I soon could see le never would sing for you or me Vny more on the apple-tree. Vever more In the morning light, 'over more In the sunshine bright, Trilling his song in gay delight nd I'm thinking every summer dny, "low never, never I can repay, "ho little lire that I took away. Sydney Dayre in Youth's Companion. |