★ Bird Thoughts Story :
I lived first in a little house, And lived there very well; I thought the world was small and round, And made of pale blue shell.
I lived next in a little nest, Nor needed any other; I thought the world was made of straw, And brooded by my mother.
One day I fluttered from the nest To see what I could find. I said, “The world is made of leaves; I have been very blind.”
At length I flew beyond the tree, Quite fit for grown-up labours. I don’t know how the world _is_ made, And neither do my neighbours!
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The Maiden And The Frog