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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Pierre's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy,<br>By the bedside of his sick mother her only joy,<br>Who was called Little Pierre, and who's father was dead;<br>There he sat poor boy, hungry and crying for bread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There he sat humming a little song, which was his own,<br>But to the world it was entirely unknown,<br>And as he sang the song he felt heartsick,<br>But he resolved to get Madame Malibran to sing his song in public </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he paused for a moment and clasped his hands,<br>And running to the looking-glass before it he stands,<br>Then he smoothed his yellow curls without delay,<br>And from a tin box takes a scroll of paper worn and grey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he gave one fond eager glance at his mother,<br>Trying hard brave boy his grief to smother,<br>As he gazed on the bed where she lay,<br>But he resolved to see Madame Malibran without delay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he kissed his mother while she slept,<br>And stealthily from the house he crept,<br>And direct to Madame Malibran's house he goes,<br>Resolved to see her no matter who did him oppose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he reached the door he knocked like a brave gallant<br>And the door was answered by her lady servant,<br>Then he told the servant Madame Malibran he wished to see<br>And the servant said, oh yes, I'll tell her immediately. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then away the servant goes quite confident,<br>And told her a little boy wished to see her just one moment<br>Oh! well, said Madame Malibran, with a smile,<br>Fetch in the little boy he will divert me a while. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Little Pierre was broght in with his hat under his arm<br>And in his hand a scroll of paper, thinking it no harm,<br>Then walked straight up to Madame Malibran without dread<br>And said, dear lady my mother is sick and in want of bread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I have called to see if you would sing my little song,<br>At someof your grand concerts, Ah! Say before long,<br>Or perhaps you could sell it to a publisher for a small sum,<br>Then I could buy food for my mother and with it would run. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Madame Malibran rose from her seat most costly and grand<br>And took the scroll of paper from Pierre's hand<br>And hummed his little song, to a plaintive air,<br>Then said, your song is soul stirring I do declare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear child did you compose the words she asked Pierre,<br>Oh yes my dear lady just as you see,<br>Well my dear boy I will sing your song to-night,<br>And you shall have a seat near me on the right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Pierre, said, Oh! lady I cannot leave my mother,<br>But my dear boy, as for her you need not bother,<br>So dear child don't be the least cast down,<br>And in the meantime here is a crown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for your mother you can buy food and medicine,<br>So run away and be at the concert to-night in time<br>Then away he ran and bought many little necessary things<br>And while doing so his little song he hums and sings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then home to his poor sick mother he quickly ran,<br>And told her of his success with Madame Malibran,<br>Then his mother cried, Oh! Pierre, you are a very good boy,<br>And to hear of your success my heart is full of joy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear mother, I am going to the concert hall to-night,<br>To hear Madame Malibran, which will my heart delight,<br>Oh! well said his mother, God speed you my little man,<br>I hope you will be delighted to hear Madame Malibran. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So to the concert hall he goes, and found a seat there,<br>And the lights and flashing of diamonds made him stare,<br>And caused a joyous smile to play upon his face,<br>For never had he been in so grand a place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the brave boy sat and Madame Malibran came at last<br>And with his eyes rivetted on her he sared aghast,<br>And to hear her sing, Oh! how he did long,<br>And he wondered if the lady would really sing his song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the great singer commenced his little song,<br>And many a heart was moved and the plaudits loud and long<br>And as she sang it Pierre clapped his hands for joy.<br>That he felt as if it were free from the world's annoy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the concert was over his heart felt as light as the air<br>And as for money now he didn't seem to care,<br>Since the great singer in Europe had sung his little song,<br>But he hoped that dame fortune would smile on him ere long </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next day he was frightened by a visit from Madame Malibran<br>And turning to his mother, she said your little boy Madame<br>Will make a fortune for himself and you before long,<br>Because I've been offered a large sum for his little song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Madame thank God you have such a gifted son,<br>But dear Madame heavens will must be done,<br>Then Pierre knelt and prayed that God would the lady bless<br>For helping them in the time of their distress. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the memory of Pierre's prayer made the singer do more good<br>By visiting the poor and giving them clothing and food<br>And Pierre lightened her last moments ere her soul fled away<br>And he came to be one of the most talented composers of the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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