StoryTitle("caps", "Robin Red-Breast and Merry Brown Thrush") ?>
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Two birdies sat on a leafy spray,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Pluming themselves for a mid summer's day.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"This day will be long,\" said the Thrush to the other.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"There are all so, in very warm weather.\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"I've half a mind,\" said Robin Red-Breast,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"To busy myself in building a nest.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When one is working, the days are too short;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The dark comes too quickly, and puts the light out.\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Just then there came through the soft summer air,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "A mournful \"peep, peep;\" 'twas a cry of despair.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The birds looked up, and then all around;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And very soon the birdies had found", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "In the branches high up on the very next tree", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "A nest; in it were birdlings, one, two, three.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The papa and mamma bird were captured last night", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "By boys; for their plumage was wondrously bright.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The birdlings were chilled. The Thrush covered the nest", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "With her own soft downy breast;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "While Robin Red-Breast flew to the ground,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Hopping and picking till some worms he had found.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When the birdlings were fed, and had fallen asleep,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The old birdlings were fed, and had fallen asleep,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The old birds had time to take a good peep.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Not a red-breast was there, not a thrush to be found.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"But,\" said they, \"other birds here abound.\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Oh, see!\" said the Thrush, \"what beauties they are!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Birdlings of mine were never more fair.\"", "") ?>
PagePoem(60, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Quite true,\" said the Robin, looking into the nest;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Beauties, indeed, without a red-breast!\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"Over there,\" said the Thrush, \"just within sight", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Stand a cottage, where often at night", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "I've perched on the vines climbing over the porch;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "But never have sung my 'don't meddle, don't touch.' '\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "The Thrush disappeared. Soon then came to Red-Breast", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "A song full of hope for the birds in the nest.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "'Twas the song of the Thrush, of the world and its joys,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Running over for some, but not for the boys.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Could they ever be \"happy as happy can be,\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Until they had set their captives free?", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "There was click of a latch, and a door open flew,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Then out into the sunlight, 'neath the heaven's pale blue,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Flew two gold and black orioles straight to the tree", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "To find Robin Red-Breast watching their three.", "") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>