She’ll build a snug nest for the babies—all hail!”
From Oriole there, like a glad whistling boy,
Came fragments of melody thrilling with joy:
“I sing as I work—
This vantage men shirk—
And music I blend
With care of the children and house that I tend.”
Then on came the Finches in rollicking glee,
With Grosbeak and Chippy and plaintive Pewee;
And every one’s note rang as clear as a bell,