That you will be glad to stop and hear.
Indeed you know not what to do;
I’ll tell you all, and tell you true:
I’ve left some young ones in the tree,
In a soft nest; they are one, two, three.
’Tis two hours now since Dick was fed,
And little Billy hangs his head,
Sweet Katy wonders where I’m gone,
And the poor things are all alone.
Ah me! no more at early morn