Birdie’s Cradle

In the tall boughs on the treetop,
There’s a nest snug and warm,
In it lies a little birdie
Safe in sunshine and in storm.

And the wind blows through the branches,
Rocks the cradle to and fro,
Happy birdie, chirping chirping,
Rocking safely to and fro.

And the bright leaves hang in clusters,
Birdie’s curtains are they,
And they shade him while he’s sleeping
When his parents are away.

At eve birdie’s mother
Hovers o’er the cozy nest,
Warbling, swinging so sweetly
Till her birdie is at rest.