(The little boy counted them, one, two, three,
Three baby birds in the pink rose tree.)
The father bird and the mother bird were busy all day getting their babies something to eat.
(And the little boy threw them some crumbs of bread:
"Perhaps they'll like these for their dinner," he said.)
THE WEE NEST.
The little birds grew very fast. It was not long before they were ready to learn to fly. Mother bird and father bird showed them how to spread their wings, and hold their feet; and the little birds tried to do just as they were told.
(And the little boy laughed to see them try;
They were so funny, and fat and shy!)
At first they could only fly from the rose tree to the ground; but soon their wings grew strong, and then away they went over the rose tree, over the fence, into the world.