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VOCABULARY 147
With?The?Birds
Fly, little birds, to the tall tree. Fly to your nest and little birds three.
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Fly, little birds. Fly to your nest. Fly to the tall tree, little birds. Fly to your little birds. Fly to your three little birds.
Your little birds fly. Your little birds fly to the tall tree. Your little birds fly to the nest.
Little birds, fly to your nest. Fly to the tall tree. Fly to your three little birds. Fly to your nest and three little birds.
Fly, little birds, To the place you love best, To the tall tree And your dear little nest.
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Fly, little birds. Fly to the tall tree. Fly to the place you love best. Fly to your dear little nest.
You love the tall tree, little birds. You love your dear little nest. You love your three little birds best.
Your little birds fly to the tall tree. Your little birds fly to the nest. Your little birds love the tall tree. Your little birds love the nest. Your dear little birds love you best.
The birds are flying. They are flying to the tall tree. They are flying to the place they love. Where are they flying? They are flying to the dear little nest. They are flying to three little birds. They are flying to the birds in the nest. They love the tree and the nest. They love the little birds best.
Fly, little birds. Fly to the tall tree. Fly to the place you love best. Fly to your dear little nest.
Your nest is in the tall tree. Your little birds are in the nest. Fly to your nest. Fly to your dear little birds.
Your little birds love the tree. Your little birds love the nest. They love the nest in the tall tree. They love you best. You love your nest. You love your little birds best.
Robin, Robin Redbreast, Singing on the bough, Come and get your breakfast, I will feed you now.
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Where are you, Robin Redbreast? Come, Robin, come and get your breakfast. I will feed you, Robin. I will feed you now.
I see you, Robin, in the tree. You are flying to the tall bough. You are singing to your little birds. They are in the nest in the tall tree. The nest is on the bough. You love your nest in the tall tree. Fly to your dear little nest.
Robin Redbreast is singing on the bough. Where is Robin's nest? It is in the tall tree. Robin's nest is on the bough. He is singing to the little birds. The little birds are in the nest. Robin wants breakfast. He wants breakfast for the little birds. Good Robin Redbreast!
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Come, Robin Redbreast, come to me. I want to feed you. Come, here is your breakfast. Now you can feed your little birds. I want to feed the little birds, too.
There is a nest in the old oak tree, Safe and high, Safe and high. There are three tiny eggs blue as blue can be, Like the sky, Like the sky.
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A nest is in the old oak tree. It is a Robin's nest. The nest is safe on a high bough. Three tiny eggs are in the nest. The eggs are as blue as blue can be. They are like the sky.
There are three baby birds in the tiny nest, Up so high, Up so high, And the wind rocks the bough where they safely rest, Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye.
ba by rock s safe ly r est s o Rock-a-bye
soon made bird ies but tree-top
Robin made a nest in the oak tree. There it is high up on the bough. Three tiny eggs are in the nest. They are as blue as blue can be. They are as blue as the sky. Soon there will be three baby birds in the tiny nest.
The wind will rock the bough. But the birds will be safe in the nest. And they will like the wind to rock the bough. The old birds will sing. They will sing to the little birds.
They will sing,"Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Rock-a-bye, birdies, on the tree-top."
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THE OLD OAK TREE
There is the old oak tree. See the birds flying to the nest. The nest is in the tree. Little blue flowers grow under it. The tree loves birds and flowers. And they love the old oak tree. The old oak rocks the birds in the nest. The nest is on a high bough. The wind blows the bough. But the little birds rest there safely. The old birds fly in to the nest. They feed the little birds. Then they fly to the tree-top. There they sing and sing. "We love you! We love you!" The little birds can not fly; they can not sing. So they say, "Peep! peep! We love! we love!" The little flowers look up to the old tree. They can not fly; they can not sing. But they, too, love the old oak tree.
Out?of?Doors
Whichever way the wind doth blow Some heart is glad to have it so. Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows--that wind is best.
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THE WIND
How the wind blows! The tall trees rock in the wind. See the boughs sway up and down. Some little birds are in their nest. The nest is on a high bough. They are glad to have the wind blow. Their hearts are glad. They like the west wind best. It rocks them in their nest. They like that. They like to rock in the tree-top. Sing to the dear little birds. Sing a song to the birds in the nest. "Rock-a-bye, birdies, on the tree-top. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come rock-a-bye, birdies and all." The nest is the little birds' cradle. It is on a bough in the tree-top. It rocks when the wind blows. When the bough breaks it falls. It falls down, down, away down! It falls to the ground. And down fall birdies and all.
THE LEAVES
"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, "Come over the meadows with me and play."
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Come, little leaves. Come over the meadows. Come and play with me, little leaves. "Come, little leaves," said the wind, "come with me. Come over the meadows with me. Come play with me in the meadows." One day the wind said, "Come, come with me, little leaves. I want to play with you. Will you play with me?"
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THE BIRDS AND THE LEAVES
An old oak tree grew in the meadow. Two birds made a nest in it. Soon there were three little birds there. They could not fly; they could not sing. But the old birds loved the little ones. The little leaves looked into the nest. They saw the little birds. The leaves said, "Come and play."
The little birds said, "Peep! peep!" They wanted to go with the leaves. They wanted to fly from their nest. But they could not fly. Up blew the wind one day.
"Come, little leaves," said he. "Come over the meadows with me." The leaves flew away with the wind.
They played in the meadow all day. The old oak tree said, "Come to me, little leaves." But they did not come. "Come! come! come!" said the little birds. "We want to play with you." But the leaves could not come. They were asleep in the meadow.
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