“I know it, I know it,” said she.
“The sun is bright and the sky is fair,
The sheltering leaves are everywhere;
It is time to build,” said he.
“O joy, joy, joy! Let us build our home
On a rock-a-bye bough,” said she,
“Where our baby birds may safely rest
Till they get too big for the little nest.”
“We will, my sweet,” said he.
“My little nest is full to the brim,