Poor Little Children (Poem by Victor Hugo)

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Poor Little Children
By Victor Hugo


Mother birdie stiff and cold,
    Puss has hushed the other's singing;
Winds go whistling o'er the wold, — 
    Empty nest in sport a-flinging.
        Poor little birdies!

Faithless shepherd strayed afar,
    Playful dog the gadflies catching;
Wolves bound boldly o'er the bar,
    Not a friend the fold is watching — 
        Poor little lambkins!

Father into prison fell,
    Mother begging through the parish;
Baby's cot they, too, will sell, — 
    Who will now feed, clothe and cherish?
        Poor little children!

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