Condemne me not for making such a coyle About my @3Book@1, alas it is my @3Childe@1. Just like a @3Bird@1, when her @3Young@1 are in Nest, Goes in, and out, and hops, and takes no Rest; But when their @3Young@1 are fledg'd, their heads out peep, Lord what a chirping does the @3Old@1 one keep. So I, for feare my @3Strengthlesse Childe@1 should fall Against a doore, or stoole, aloud I call, Bid have a care of such a dangerous place: Thus write I much, to hinder all @3disgrace@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL by CARL SANDBURG BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER |