Ask of me, and shall I not fill thy feeder with the freshest sugar and water? Ask of me, and shall I not ward off the ants that torment you?
Ask of me, and shall I not trim back the climbing rose limbs, to make a clear path to the feeder? Ask of me, and shall I not pop each cat that dares attempt to snare you? Ask of me, little hummingbird. Ask of me, says a loving Father above, are you not worth more than the hummingbirds of the fields?
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