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THE SNOW
All summer the little birds played in the old oak tree.
They flew in and out.
They flew round and round.
They flew from bough to bough.
They rocked on the high boughs.
They rested there.
They played with the little leaves.
They flew up, up to the blue sky.
They flew down to see the flowers.
They flew down under the tree.
Up to the tree-top they flew again.
They flew east and west.
Whichever way they flew, they were glad.
One day the wind said, “Come, little birds.
You must stop your play.
Fly away from your nest in the tree.
The little leaves are all asleep.
The little flowers are all asleep.
The snow will soon be coming down.
You must hide away.”
How the little birds wanted to stay!
But no, they must fly away.
The wind said they must fly away.
And away they flew.
They flew away over the meadows.
Will they come back again?
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
“Let me fly,” says little birdie,
“Mother, let me fly away.”
“Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.”
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.