I SAW A LITTLE BIRDIE FLY.

I SAW a little Birdie fly, Merrily piping came he; "Whom d'ye sing to, Bird?" said I; "Sing?—I sing to Amy!"

"Very sweet you sing," I said; "Then," quoth he, "to pay me, Give one little crumb of bread, A little smile from Amy."

"Just," he sings, "one little smile; O, a frown would slay me! Thanks, and now I'm gone awhile,— Fare-you-well, dear Amy!"