WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST ?
And old John won't see, for he is not at home,
And nobody is in the way."
But stop, little boy, take your hand from the bough,
Remember, though old John can't see you just now,
And no one to chide you is nigh,
There is ONE, who by night, just as well as by day,
Can see all you do, and can hear all you say,
From his glorious throne in the sky.
O then, little boy, come away from the tree,
Content, hot or weary, or thirsty to be,
Or anything rather than steal!
For the great God, who even through darkness can look, Writes down every crime we commit, in his book, However we think to conceal.
WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST?
TE-WHIT! te-whit! te-whee!
Will you listen to me?
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?
Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
Such a thing I'd never do.
I gaye for you a wisp of hay,
WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST ?
And did not take your nest away.
Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
Such a thing I'd never do.
Te-whit! te-whit! te-whee!
Will you listen to me?
Who stole four eggs, I laid,
And the nice nest I made?
Bob-a-link! bob-a-link!
Now what do you think?
Who stole a nest away
From the plum-tree to-day?
Not I, said the dog, Bow-wow!
I would n't be so mean as that, now;
I gave hairs the nest to make,
But the nest I did not take.
Not I, said the dog, Bow-wow!
I wouldn't be so mean as that, now!
Te-whit! te-whit! te-whee!
Will you listen to me?
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made ?
Bob-a-link! Bob-a-link!
Now what do you think?
Who stole a nest away,
From the plum-tree to-day?
WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST ?
Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo !
Let me speak a word, too;
Who stole that pretty nest.
From little yellow-breast?
Not I, said the sheep, O no,
I would n't treat a poor bird so;
I gave the wool the nest to line,
But the nest was none of mine.
Baa! baa! said the sheep; O no,
I would n't treat a poor bird so.
Te-whit! te-whit! te-whee!
Will you listen to me?
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?
Bob-a-link! Bob-a-link!
Now what do you think?
Who stole a nest away,
From the plum-tree to-day ?
Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo!
Let me speak a word, too,
Who stole that pretty nest
From little yellow-breast?
Caw! caw! cried the crow,
I should like to know
What thief took away
A bird's nest to-day?
WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST ?
Cluck! cluck! cluck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again,
Why, I have n't a chick
We all gave her a feather,
And she wove them together;
I'd scorn to intrude
On her and her brood.
Cluck! cluck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again.
Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr !
We'll make a great stir!
Let us find out his name,
And all cry for shame!
I would not rob a bird,
Said little Mary Green;
I think I never heard
Of anything so mean. 'Tis very cruel, too,
Said little Alice Neal;
I wonder if he knew
How sad the bird would feel?
A little boy hung down his head,
And went and hid behind the bed,
For he stole that pretty nest
From poor little yellow-breast;
And he felt so full of shame,
He did n't like to tell his name.
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