RODIN RED-BREAST'S

SECRET.

I'm little robin red-breast, sir,
My nest is on the tree;

If you

look up in yonder glen,

My pleasant home you'll see. We made it very soft and niceMy pretty mate and I—

And all the time we worked at it, We sang most merrily.

The green leaves shade our lovely home,

From the hot scorching sun; So many birds live in the tree, We do not want for fun,

The light breeze gently rocks our nest,

And hushes us to sleep;

We're up betimes to sing our song,
And the first daylight greet.

I have a secret I should like
The little GIRLS to know;
But I won't tell a single BOY,
They rob us poor birds so.