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It uttered no cry,

'Twas famished,'twas famished,

And I couldn't tell why.

I couldn't tell why,

But I saw that it would die,

For all that I kept dancing round and round,

And singing about it so cheerly,

With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird,

And ho but I love thee dearly!"

I never look sad,

I hear what people say,

I laugh when they are gay

And they think I am glad.

My tears never start,

I never say a word,

But I think that my heart

Is like that little bird.

Every day I read,

And I sing, and I play,

But thro' the long day

It taketh no heed.

It taketh no heed

Of any pleasant thing,

I know it doth not read,

I know it doth not sing.

With my mouth I read,

With my hands I play,

My shut heart is shut,

Coax it how you may.

You may coax it how you may

While the day is broad and bright,

But in the dead night

When the guests are gone away,

And no more the music sweet

Up the house doth pass,

Nor the dancing feet

Shake the nursery glass;

And I've heard my aunt

Along the corridor,

And my uncle gaunt