tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91358032011-12-14T18:45:26.018-08:00Blog Guidenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135803.post-1130080929167158972005-10-23T08:21:00.000-07:002005-10-23T08:24:22.553-07:00All through the win-ter, long and cold,<br /> Dear Minnie ev-ery morn-ing fed<br />The little spar-rows, pert and bold,<br /> And ro-bins, with their breasts so red.<br /><br />She lov-ed to see the lit-tle birds<br /> Come flut-ter-ing to the win-dow pane,<br />In answer to the gen-tle words<br /> With which she scat-ter-ed crumbs and grain.<br /><br />One ro-bin, bol-der than the rest,<br /> Would perch up-on her fin-ger fair,<br />And this of all she lov-ed the best,<br /> And daily fed with ten-der-est care.<br /><br />But one sad morn, when Minnie came,<br /> Her pre-ci-ous lit-tle pet she found,<br />Not hop-ping, when she call-ed his name,<br /> But ly-ing dead up-on the ground.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9135803-113008092916715897?l=zettgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blog Guidenoreply@blogger.com