Ella S. Sargent

“ Next the snow came and covered the ground, and there was no food to eat.
“Better fly South,” fluttered the wings.
“I ’m too weak,” cried the hungry, sad little bird.
Then the little bird chirped a few faint notes, spread her wings and flew to a near-by town.
There a, thoughtful child at a window saw the little bird and spread some crumbs upon the sill.
A big dog in the yard said: “Drink from my pan.”
“Let ’s fly farther,” said the wings.
The little bird sang a sweet song to the thoughtful child in the window.
“Good luck!” barked the dog. “Come back in the spring!” ”