You poor little birds,It’s happened again—In the midst of your playDown patters the rain.You were caught in a showerJust so last week,And I thought that morningI ought to speak;
You poor little birds,It’s happened again—In the midst of your playDown patters the rain.You were caught in a showerJust so last week,And I thought that morningI ought to speak;
You poor little birds,It’s happened again—In the midst of your playDown patters the rain.
You poor little birds,
It’s happened again—
In the midst of your play
Down patters the rain.
You were caught in a showerJust so last week,And I thought that morningI ought to speak;
You were caught in a shower
Just so last week,
And I thought that morning
I ought to speak;
I hear you all upA-singing at dawn,I know you have triedEach tree on the lawn,Yet not one of you allHave picked up a straw—Such improvident birdsI ne’er before saw.But I hope you see nowThat it would be bestTo let your play goAnd build you a nest.
I hear you all upA-singing at dawn,I know you have triedEach tree on the lawn,Yet not one of you allHave picked up a straw—Such improvident birdsI ne’er before saw.But I hope you see nowThat it would be bestTo let your play goAnd build you a nest.
I hear you all upA-singing at dawn,I know you have triedEach tree on the lawn,
I hear you all up
A-singing at dawn,
I know you have tried
Each tree on the lawn,
Yet not one of you allHave picked up a straw—Such improvident birdsI ne’er before saw.
Yet not one of you all
Have picked up a straw—
Such improvident birds
I ne’er before saw.
But I hope you see nowThat it would be bestTo let your play goAnd build you a nest.
But I hope you see now
That it would be best
To let your play go
And build you a nest.