And the brown thrush keeps singing, “A nest do you see
And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper?
Don’t meddle! Don’t touch! little girl, little boy,
Or the world will lose some of its joy!
Now I’m glad! Now I’m free!
And I always shall be,
If you never bring sorrow to me.”
So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,
To you and to me, to you and to me;
And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,