With noisy protest, and tumult and zest,
The camera captured all four.
’Twas the parents’ sure test—they forsook the nest,
Though birdlings a-weeping sore!
I began to weep, in my heart quite deep,
When the babes kept up their cry;
I ran up the steep like a deer in a leap,
For the best bird food supply.
They reached and they tried; they ate and they cried,
Till the four had eaten their fill;