“My dear nest upon this bough
It will break my heart to leave!”
Do not ask me how? or why?—
But the thrush’s children, too,
Perched around, began to cry,
“Oh, whatever shall we do?”
“Cheep-a-cheep-a-cheep-a-cheer!
Never such a nest as ours;
We would rather have it, here,
Than Bermuda and the flowers!”