By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 01, 2018 The Robin’s Nest By Ellen Jakeman Though many a tree stood tall and green,Where any bird might joy to rest,The one that Willie called his ownThe robins chose to build their nest. Locked in his breast the secret lay.He joyed to call them all his own.And often left his mates at playTo see how much the nest had grown. He scattered crumbs around the place,Such things as they in building used.,They ...
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