The Real Mother Goose

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THE LITTLE BIRD

Once I saw a little bird
  Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, “Little bird,
  Will you stop, stop, stop?”

And was going to the window
  To say, “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
  And far away he flew. The Little Bird

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