But they chatter from the branches of the tree;
And I run down there to play,
When the sun shines, every day,
And next year they say they’ll build a nest for me.
I peeped in one day, and found
Five small eggs, all blue and round,
And the Robins made me promise not to tell.
For (they said that this was so)
Jim and Alice must not know.
So I promised, and I’ve kept the secret well.