When to-day I climbed the tree, Those two birds had company;There were five small squirming children in the nest; And the Robins whispered me, 'Twas a case of charity,For the poor wee birdies were not even dressed.
And those little wriggling things Had big mouths, but wore no wings,And the Robins served refreshments down the row. But the eggs are gone, you see; That's the thing that puzzles me.Did those small birds eat them up, I'd like to know?
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