A beautiful great Bird.

So I could smooth his feathers through,

And kiss them, very softly, too:

But Oh, he never stirred!

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Little Side-Streets

hy are some streets so different?

The kittens all are long and thin;

I think they have more flowers there,

But broken things to grow them in.

Why do they like the house so high,

With such a little of the ground?

And do you think they ever see

The Moon before it's old and round?

Why won't I like to play there, too?—

With all the funny things to eat,

And all the carts with little bells,

And dancing-music in the street?

And if I can't, then why do they

Stay out, the whole of evening?—

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