"And as for young birds—they're pitiful things!
I saw a whole nest once, all mouths and bare wings,
And they looked jis if they'd been picked by the
cook
To broil for breakfast. I'm sure that they shook
With cold if their mother got off for a minute—
I'm glad we have flannel, and wrap babies in it!"
So the children went grumbling one to the other,
And when they reached home they told their mother.
The dear baby, asleep, in its crib she laid,