HE DIDN’T THINK

Once there was a little bird

Who lived outside our door and

    though he’d like to come inside

And hop about the flour.

“Oh, no!” said his mother,

You must stay with me.

Little birds are safest

Sitting in a tree.

“I don’t care”, said birdie,

And gave his tail a fling,

I don’t thing the old folks

Know quite everything.

So down h flew and kitty seized him

 Before he’d time to blink

“Oh!” he cried, I’m sorry,

 But I didn’t think.

    Copy write by; PHOEBE CARY