Poor little birdie, out in the snow, No one to feed you, nowhere to go! What will you do to get out of the storm? Where will you go to get yourself warm? I'll open the window and throw you a crumb, And open the door, too, if you will but come! Poor little birdie, out in the snow, No one to feed you, nowhere to go! WHAT GRANDFATHER LONG LEGS SAYS. Why do the children call me "Grandfather Long Legs?" I am not their grandfather! Is it polite to talk of my long legs? Why do they say, "without tooth or tongue?" Is it polite to talk to me so? Why do they ask me to point my finger? How can I tell if they are "wanted home?" They take me up by one leg. I do not like that at all. Please ask them to be kinder to me! Lady Bug, Lady Bug, Fly away, do; Fly to the mountain And feed upon dew; And sleep on a rug, LADY BUG. Little maiden, have you seen Lady Bug? Does she feed upon dew? Does she sleep on a rug? What do you say to poor Lady Bug? Do you say, "Your house is on fire?" Do you say, "Your children will burn?" Do you say, "Fly away home?" Do you say, "Fly to the mountain?” Each flower holds up A little cup, To catch the rain and dew; That comes in showers, Is just the drink for you. - Unknown, |