A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer (3rd ed.)/The Jackdaw and the Starling - текст песни

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The Jackdaw and the Starling
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[Written expressly for a little boy to learn and sing. Aye! and he did learn and sing it too—famously!—as may any other little boy, or "child of riper growth," if he so will it.]
There
was once a little Starling
Lived in a hollow tree,
As pretty a little Starling
As you'd ever hope to see.
He had everything he wished for;:
For sitting by his side,
Was another little Starling,
And that Starling was his bride.
He had lots of wool and horsehair
To build his summer's nest,
And you'd think if ever Starling was,
That Starling would be blest.
But Envy was the Starling's bane,
(As 'tis of many people—)
And all because two old Jackdaws
Were building in a steeple?
" Over my head," the Starling said,
"They fly with outstretched wings,
Nor notice me, in this poor tree,
The proud, conceited things!
Oh, how I hate my lowly fate!"
These were his foolish words;
Nor are these envious feelings all
Monopolized by birds.
One day the wind was blowing hard,
He sat with upturned eyes,
When out the Jackdaw's nest was blown,
And through the air it flies.
AU the poor throng of unfledged young
Were dashed upon the ground;
And then, and not till then, the truth
Of this "old saw" he found—
Which tells alike of men and birds,
Of great as well as small,
The higher up we build our nests,
The further we've to fall!