Little Annie, on his knee, Of a bird once sick, now well. 66 When mamma, who sits close by, Asks her girl the reason why; Nelly answers, “I don't know; Perhaps, because I love him so." Pleasant chatter, funny ways, Cheer papa through weary days; But I think, among the rest, Nelly's silent love is best. HAT are you gathering there Shall I help you, maiden, say? That has bloomed close to the wall? No, kind sir, that rose you see No more the little chickens hide No more we fear to lose the best, The hawk was cruel, fierce and strong; Many a sad loss did we see. William nails him to the door, |