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Show A LITTLE BIRD TELLS. Now, isn't it strange that our mothers Can tind out all that we do. If a body does anything naughty. Or says anything that's not true? They'll look at you just a moment, Till your heart in your bosom swells, And then they know all about it, For a little bird tells. Now, where that little bird comes from. Or where that little bird goes, If he's covered with beautiful plumage, Or black as the king of crows; If his voice is as hoarse as a ravin's, Or as clear as the ringing of bell:', I know not but this I'm aware af A little bird tells. You may be in the depths of a closet, Where nobody sees but a mouse; You may be alone in the cellar. You may be cm the top of the house; ' I You may be in the dark and the silence, Or out in the woods and the ells, No matter wherever itn happens, The little bird tells. And the only way you may stop him Is just to be sure what you say Sure of your words and actions. Sure of your work and your play; Be honest, be brave, and be kindly. Be gentle and loving as well. And then you can laugh at the stories All the birds in the country may tell. |