LITTLE MEG DARROW
A queer sort of person Was little Meg Harrow. Who thought she could fly Like a linnet or sparrow; She would run round the garden And flit through the palms While she sang like a throstle And fluttered her arms. One day she climbed up To the top of a tree And soared into space Very confidently.
“Go back!” cried a sparrow. “You feather-brained girl!” But Meg was descending, Her heart in a whirl. Her two little arms Seemed inadequate things. Though she fluttered them bravely And thought they were wings, And she longed for her mother To come out and see How her poor little daughter Had flown from a tree! Oh, but wasn’t it lucky— She fell with a thud Right into a puddle Of comfortable mud.
And ever since then She has never been heard To wish that her arms Were the wings of a bird.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 590, 16 February 1929, Page 29
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152LITTLE MEG DARROW Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 590, 16 February 1929, Page 29
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