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DON'T KILL THE BIRDS,

Don't kill the birds, the little birds

That sing about your door,
Soon as the joyous spring has come,

And chilling storms are o'er.

The little birds, how sweet they sing !

Oh, let them joyous live!
And do not seek to take their life,

Which you can never give.

Don't kill the birds, the pretty birds,

That play among the trees; 'Twould make the earth a cheerless place

To see no more of these.

The little birds—how fond they play ;

Do not disturb their sport;
But let them warble forth their songs,

Till winter cuts them short.

Don't kill the birds, the happy birds,

That cheer the field and grove ; Such harmless things to look upon, They claim our warmest love.

Songs FOR LITTLE ONES.

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On, hark! Oh, hark! the baby cries,
As on bis little bed he lies :
He looks around, and mother's gone,
And he don't like to be alone.

But mother is coming,

Oh see how she's running, To learn what the matter can be ;

But she soon will find out

What it is all about; And how very sorry is she.

My little babe must never fret,
And put himself in such a pet;
But play with his fingers and his toes,
And lie

very

still when mother goes.

Now sister is coming,

I hear her running
To see what the matter can be ;

She has heard the loud cries,

And away how she flies, For a dear loving sister is she.

Our little boy must never fret,
And put himself in such a pet,
But give us kisses, one, two, three :
Here, come! I'll take you on my knee. .

Now see your dear mother,

And sister and brother, Who always are loving and true;

And when they're away.

Lie still, laugh, and play, They'll soon come again back to you.

SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES.

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QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. Who show'd the little ant the way

Her narrow hole to bore, And spend the pleasant summer day

In laying up her store ?

The sparrow builds her clever nest

Of wool and bay and moss; Who told her how to weave it best,

And lay the twigs across ?

Who taught the busy bee to fly

Among the sweetest flowers, And lay his feast of honey by,

To eat in winter hours ?

'Twas God who show'd them all the way,

And gave their little skill;
And teaches children, if they pray,
To do his holy will.

Songs FOR LITTLE ONES.

LITTLE BOZ.

I HAVE a little dog,

With long flowing curls
And bright black sparkling eyes,

And he loves little girls.

He has fawn-colour'd ears,
And
very

nice clean toes :
He's a sensible dog,

You can tell by his nose.

He'll never snarl or bite,

His temper is so mild ;
And dearly loves to play

With every little child.
And every morning early,

This funny little pup
Says “ Bow-wow, little Mary,
'Tis time that you were up."

SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES.

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