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"Get out of my sight, you stupid!"

Said the angriest of crows;

"How good and fair the children are,

There's none but a parent knows."

"Ah! I see, I see," said the hunter,

"But not as you do, quite;

It takes a mother to be so blind

She can't tell black from white."

(Phœbe Cary.)

  N the ground lived a hen.

&ensp;In a tree lived a wren,

Who picked up her food here and there;

While biddy had wheat

And all nice things to eat.

Said the wren, "I declare, 'tisn't fair!"

"It is really too bad!"

She exclaimed—and was mad—

"To go out when it's raining this way!

And to earn what you eat,

Doesn't make your food sweet,

In spite of what some folks may say.

