A GIRL WITH THE PIGEON
A little pigeon, black and white, once
came to a girl with its
little leg broken and hurt.
Tears sprang up in her heart,
so tender and mild
that she immediately took it and
tried to nurse it back to health.
For two hours, she did try
she stroked, she watched it,
she fed it, she gave water to it.
For two hours, she sat guarding it,
But nature should have it
It was a bird that should be free.
Itís bruised leg could soon be healed,
but with her, it would not be free,
With tears, she bid farewell to it.
Soon it was flying she saw,
its leg was healed and fine,
and it was fine as new.
It went higher and higher,
free as the wind that blows over us,
it flew away, far away.