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Brothers and sisters are a gift Of mercy from the skies, And may I always think of this Whene'er they meet my eyes. Be tender, good and kind. And love them in my heart, Lest I should sink with bitter grief When we are call'd to part.

 

There you hang in your cage, Up in the green tree, Looking as sad As a bird can be;

Gazing all day At your friends that fly, Singing so gaily, From earth to sky. 