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Let’s read the poem and find out how we can be better people. art integration
Colour the pictures.

Little children, never give

Pain to things that feel and live;

Let the gentle robin come

For the crumbs you save at home;

As his meat you throw along

He’ll repay you with a song.

Never hurt the timid hare

Peeping from her green grass lair,

Let her come and sport and play

On the lawn at close of day.

The little lark goes soaring high

To the bright windows of the sky,

Singing as if ’twere always spring,

And fluttering on an untired wing—

Oh! let him sing his happy song, crumbs: (say crums) very small pieces that have

fallen from bread, cookies, or cakes
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong. meat: (here) food
timid: easily frightened
peeping: looking quickly at something for a short
time, usually through a hole
How do you Let’s connect lair: a place where a wild animal lives
spend your time sport: play in a lively, energetic way
with animals? close of day: evening
soaring: flying or rising high in the air
’twere: (old way of saying) it were

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