human
For all she couldn't abide dogs and sich, yet there was sich things as being onreasonable, and that she never would be, not if she knew it.
gpt
It's going to rain, you dear little bird: Fly into your house; don't stop for a word.
human
Yes, I saw a black cloud as I sat on the tree, But I care not for rain--I have feathers, you see.
gpt
You have feathers, I know, but your little pink feet Will be numb with the cold when the cruel rains beat.
human
Oh no; I shall tuck them up snugly and warm, Close under my body, all safe from the storm.
gpt
But the branches will rock, and the dark night will come: Oh, do, little bird, fly away to your home!
human
Never fear, pretty one, as I rock I shall sing, And how soundly I'll sleep with my head 'neath my wing!
gpt
Oh, birdie, dear birdie, I'd like much to know How you're always so happy, blow high or blow low.
human
Don't you know we've a Father who cares for me? And that is the reason I'm happy and free.
gpt
Well, miss, how can I serve you?