  Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet! Sing we in the morning, Sending up to heaven's blue our happy waking song; Daily, gayly, our tiny home adorning, Working all so merrily the whole day long. Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet! Sing we in the noontide; Half the day is over now, half our work is done; Neatly, featly, the moss and twigs are blended, Feather, flower, leaf, and stems, all added one by one. Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet! Sing we in the evening; Happy day is past, past, happy night begun; Wooing, cooing, we nestle 'mid the branches, Sinking down to rest with the sinking of the sun. Soft, soft, soft, soft, Sleep we through the still night; Tiny head 'neath tiny wing comfortably curled, Singing, springing, with the breath of morning, Waking up once more to all the wonder of the world. |
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