The Sparrows’ Nest

Down among the daisies white
Hidden almost out of sight
See the little sparrows lying,
For their dinner loudly crying,
Mother’s busy as can be
Hunting food enough for three.

When the sunset skies are red,
Mother Sparrow sings o’er-head,
“Birdies mine will soon be sleeping
While your mother watch is keeping,
She will guard you all the night
Down among the daisies white.”