For A Child's Book

By Annette Wynne

My book is such a dainty thing—
Its pretty pages fluttering
Are wings of white—my book would fly
Out through the window, past the sky.
But, little book, don’t fly away,
I’ll keep you carefully each day;
And every night upon my shelf
You’ll have a nest all to yourself.

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