Classic Poem

Eliza and Anne were extremely distress'd
To see an old bird fly away from her nest.
And leave her poor young ones alone;
The pitiful chirping they heard from the tree
Made them think it as cruel as cruel could be,
Not knowing for what she had flown.

But, when with a worm in her bill she return'd,
They smil'd on each other, soon having discern'd
She had not forsaken her brood;
But like their dear mother was careful and kind,
Still thinking of them, though she left them behind
To seek for them suitable food.

I don't like her to punish me —
That don't hurt, — but it hurts to see
Her cryin'. — Nen I cry; an' nen
We both cry an' be good again.

She loves me when she cuts an' sews
My little cloak an' Sunday clothes;
An' when my Pa comes home to tea,
She loves him most as much as me.

She laughs an' tells him all I said,
An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
An' I hug her, an' hug my Pa
An' love him purt'nigh much as Ma.