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A little bird sat on the edge of her nest; / Her yellow-beaks slept as sound as tops; / Day-long she had worked almost without rest, / And had filled every one of their gibbous crops; / Her own she had filled just over-full, / And she felt like a dead bird stuffed with wool.
"Oh dear! " she sighed, as she sat with her head / Sunk in her chest, and no neck at all, / Looking like an apple on a feather-bed / Poked and rounded and fluffed to a ball, / "What's to be done if things don't reform?