A SPRING ROMANCE.
(Original.) My love is a sparrow and dwells in this town. She is pretty and plump and dressed in pale brown. The first time I saw her, I flew round and round Singing, "This is the first day of spring." We built together a neat little nest. I said, "My love, you are doing your \ .best, .; . . . J But now we are tired and both need a rest." Her head on one side, she sat facing the west, Singing, "This is the first day of spring." A family of three came to us one day. There was plenty of work and no. time to play. One day we came home—they had all ■ flown away. This was a sad day in spring. We found our pets at the top of a tree, Looking as confident as could be. We taught them how on the boughs to swing, Now we are teaching them how to sing, To sing of the happiness found in the spring. "MILMAY." Northland.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 50, 27 August 1938, Page 20
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167A SPRING ROMANCE. Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 50, 27 August 1938, Page 20
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