Oh, Blue-bird, up in the apple-tree,
Shaking your throat with such bursts of glee,
How did you happen to be so blue?
Did you steal a bit of the lake for your crest
And fasten blue violets into your nest?
Tell me, I pray you, tell me true.
Blue Bird
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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