PRETTY BIRD
Pretty bird, pretty bird up in a tree, Come when I call you, oh come doom to
me. I wouldn’t hurt you—here’s something to eat, Come down and hop on the ground at my feet. You don’t believe I mean kindly to you., Soft pretty birdies with feathers of blue! Come and make friends with me—come, only try, No one would love you more dearly than I. —Sent by Molly Kendrick, Otaki.
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Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 62, 6 December 1930, Page 24
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74PRETTY BIRD Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 62, 6 December 1930, Page 24
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