Blackbird. "Now I know all about it. Here I go, I'm off to make my nest in the cherry-tree in Mr. Smith's cornfield!
"Sticks upon mud, mud upon sticks,
Caw, caw! I'll make a nest for six!"
Magpie. "See, here I put another layer of mud over the twigs."
Wise Owl. "Oh! That's quite obvious. Strange I never thought of that before. Farewell, come to see me at the old elm-tree beside the gray church!
"Mud over twigs! To-whit, to-whoo!
No better nest than that ever grew!"
Magpie. "See these long twigs. I just twine them round the outside."
Sparrow. "The very thing. I'll do it this very day. I can pick some up on my way home. I'll choose the spout that looks down over the school-yard; then I can see the children at play. They must like me for they never chase me away or hit me.
"A nest with twigs twined round and round,
Chip, chip! No fear that would fall to the ground!"
Magpie. "And see these little feathers and soft stuff. What a comfortable, cosy lining for the nest they make!"
Starling. "That suits me! Off I go, I like a cosy warm nest. It shall be in that old plum-tree in the orchard, on the side of the hill.