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"NEW
FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS"
By Chaitasi Tushar Shah
New
friends and old friends
They are silver these are gold
They come near when in danger
They stand ahead in danger
Friends are friends afterall
When the old ones' die, the new one's should take their place.
Keep the new, but don't forget the old
They are silver and gold
"THE
APPLE TREE BIRD"
By Maithili
Parikh
There was a bird,
Sitting on a tree,
Who used to give me,
An apple free.
The apple was big,
Juicy and round,
And if I didn't catch it.
It would fall on the ground.
The tree was fat,
Tall and big,
And it would take me,
A hundered years to dig.
'O' Thank you Lord for
the apple tree
And the bird that gives me,
An apple free.
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