“Cheep-a-cheep-a-cheep-a-cheer,”
Pleaded then the thrush’s mate:
“Let us take the nest, my dear,
It is light and we are eight!”
(Do not ask me why? or how?—)
But the thrushes, with a cheer,
Took that nest from off the bough—
“Quip-a-quip-a-quip-a-queer!
“Quip-a-quip-a-quip-a-queer!
Firmly, now, with beak and claw;