Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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"I write about the butterfly,
It is a pretty thing;
And flies about like the birds,
But it does not sing.

"First it is a little grub,
And then it is a nice yellow cocoon,
And then the butterfly
Eats its way out soon.

"They live on dew and honey,
They do not have any hive,
They do not sting like wasps, and bees, and hornets,
And to be as good as they are we should strive.

1. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
2. Gingerbread
3. Thoreau's Flute
4. My Frost-King - Song I
5. Not a Sparrow Falleth but Its God Doth Know

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