"My dears," said she, "you need not fret,

     I shall not be uneasy yet;

     For if he waits for neighbor's aid,

     The business long will be delay'd."

     At dawn she left her nest once more,

     And charged her young ones as before.

     At five the farmer came again,

     And waited for his friends in vain,

     "Well," said the man, "I fancy, son,

     These

      friends

     we can't depend upon;

     To-morrow early, mind you go,

     And let our own

      relations

     know."

     Again the lark approach'd her nest,

     When round her all her young ones press'd,

     And told their mother, word for word,

     The fresh intelligence they heard.

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