There was one bird who thought of the babies in the nests, for he had a kind heart, and loved little things.
“I will fly down and sing for them,” he thought; “perhaps it will make them happy.”
So he flew into a little bush, quite near the ground, and sang the sweetest song he knew. Over and over again he sang it, and the babies in the nests listened all the time.
“He is singing about the warm sunshine,” said the baby robins.
“He is singing about rocking in this beautiful cradle,” said the baby orioles.
Then, as the song grew sweeter and sweeter, “Listen, listen!” they cried. “Now he is singing about our mother. That is the best song of all.”
So the song sparrow sang in the little bush, telling the babies about the sun and the breezes and their mothers’ love.
He waked them in the morning; he sang them to sleep at night.
Have you never heard him singing, “Sweet, sweet, sweet, loving little mother, sweet”?