LIFE IN THE NEST. 



Blithely twitting, gayly flitting 



Thro' the budding glen; 

 Golden-crested, sunny-breasted, 



Goes the tiny Wren. 

 Peeping, musing, picking, choosing, 



Nook is found at last ; 

 Moss and feather, twined together — 



Home is shaped at last. 



Brisk as ever, quick and clever. 



Brimming with delight — 

 Six wee beauties, bring new duties, 



Work from morn to night. 

 Peeping, musing, picking, choosing, 



Nook is found at last ; 

 Moss and feather, twined together — 



Home is shaped at last. 



-J. L. H. 



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