Come, come, little wren!
Here’s a hole for our door,
And a room for our nest,
So come my sweet bird,
And we both will be blest.
Hi diddle ho diddle,
Pop diddle dee,—
’Tis the prettiest house
You ever did see!
Thus the little fellow went on singing as if he would split his throat, and pretty soon his little mate was seen flying along toward him. She alighted upon the box, and nothing could exceed his apparent delight. Mr. Wren then popped into the box, and Mrs. Wren popped in after him.