Difference between revisions of "Don't Kill the Birds"

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* Poet: [[Unknown Poet]]
 
* Poet: [[Unknown Poet]]
 
** Copyright: [[Public Domain]]
 
** Copyright: [[Public Domain]]
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1. Don't kill the little birds,<br>
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That sing on bush and tree,<br>
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All thro' the summer days,<br>
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Their sweetest melody.<br>
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Don't shoot the little birds!<br>
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The earth is God's estate,<br>
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And He provideth food<br>
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For small as well as great.
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2. Don't kill the little birds,<br>
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Their plumage wings the air,<br>
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Their trill at early morn<br>
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Makes music ev'rywhere,<br>
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What tho' the cherries fall<br>
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Half eaten from the stem?<br>
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And berries disappear,<br>
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In garden, field and glen?
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3. Still, like the widow's cruse,<br>
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There's always plenty left;<br>
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How sad a world were this,<br>
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Of little birds bereft!<br>
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Think of the good they do<br>
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In all the orchards round;<br>
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No hurtful insects thrive<br>
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Where robins most abound.
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4. Don't kill the little birds,<br>
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That sing on bush and tree,<br>
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All thro' the summer days,<br>
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Their sweetest melody,<br>
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In this great world of ours,<br>
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If we can trust His Word,<br>
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There's food enough for all;<br>
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—Don't kill a single bird!
  
  

Revision as of 13:26, 1 May 2007

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1. Don't kill the little birds,
That sing on bush and tree,
All thro' the summer days,
Their sweetest melody.
Don't shoot the little birds!
The earth is God's estate,
And He provideth food
For small as well as great.

2. Don't kill the little birds,
Their plumage wings the air,
Their trill at early morn
Makes music ev'rywhere,
What tho' the cherries fall
Half eaten from the stem?
And berries disappear,
In garden, field and glen?

3. Still, like the widow's cruse,
There's always plenty left;
How sad a world were this,
Of little birds bereft!
Think of the good they do
In all the orchards round;
No hurtful insects thrive
Where robins most abound.

4. Don't kill the little birds,
That sing on bush and tree,
All thro' the summer days,
Their sweetest melody,
In this great world of ours,
If we can trust His Word,
There's food enough for all;
—Don't kill a single bird!