“Let go your wings out, so
That not an egg on the nest shall show.
Chee! chee! it seems to me
I’m as frightened as ever a bird can be.”
Then still, with a quivering bill,
They watched the boy out of sight o’er the hill.
And then, in the branches again
Their glad song rang out over valley and glen.
Oh! oh! if only that boy could know
How glad they were when they saw him go,