So tiny a nest in so tiny a tree?
And isn't it perfectly lovely to stay
In the spicy catnip leaves all day?
And whenever you wish for something to eat,
To dine on a slice of strawberry sweet?
To hear the father-bird singing, a tune
In the old peach tree all the afternoon,
And to be shut out from the dew at night
By the touch of mother-wings, soft and light?
I think when these dear little birdies stray