But see, sis, the sweet little creatures
Have each a straw in his beak;
A lesson of duty to teach us,
As plainly as birds can speak.
We think they are only playing,
As they roam to and fro in the sky;
But these busy fellows are saying,
"’Tis not all for pleasure we fly.
"We’re building a snug little nest
In the crotch of the old elm-tree