THERE is something puzzles me.— In the hollow apple-tree,Where the Shining Way is broadest, there's a nest; Two fat Robins live in it, In and out I see them flit,And the biggest wears a gorgeous crimson vest.
We are friends, and so when I Come to look, they do not fly,
But they chatter from the branches of the tree; And I run down there to play, When the sun shines, every day,And next year they say they'll build a nest for me.
I peeped in one day, and found Five small eggs, all blue and round,And the Robins made me promise not to tell. For (they said that this was so) Jim and Alice must not know.So I promised, and I've kept the secret well.
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