How the birds all build their nests,

How the woodchuck digs his hole,

Why the husband is more colored

Than is Mrs. Oriole,

Why the rabbit’s dark in summer,

When in winter he’s so white,

What becomes of Baby Partridge

When its mother takes affright,

How she also is a drummer,—

Mrs. Partridge, ’course I mean,—

How the bee obtains its honey,

Why its cells one form are seen,—

Won’t I have a jolly summer;

Not a single thing to do,

But to learn these nature secrets,—

Then I’ll whisper them to you!