Poems (Prescott)/Three
THREE
Three baby birds on the wing;
Where did they learn how to sing?
Who, do you think, taught them how
To fly from their nest on a bough?
Where did they learn how to sing?
Who, do you think, taught them how
To fly from their nest on a bough?
Three baby buds on the stem;
Who can it be fashioned them
Out of the black garden mould,
Rose-tinted, fold upon fold?
Who can it be fashioned them
Out of the black garden mould,
Rose-tinted, fold upon fold?
Three baby stars in the sky;
How did they climb up so high?
What is the power divine,
That made them twinkle and shine?
How did they climb up so high?
What is the power divine,
That made them twinkle and shine?