The robins work so hard to build their nest;
With nervous darts, they scold, and fret, and fuss
No time to sing - for they must do their best;
And when they're through, their nest is in a muss.
The orioles are nonchalant, and take
Their good old time at building, while they sing
A lilting song between each load. Behold
A masterpiece! Their nest's a lovely thing.
Perhaps, if we fond parents fretted less,
And stopped to look at trees and Heaven's dome,
And sang a bit, we'd find serenity
That somehow builds a neater, sweeter home.
Florence Burlingame Taylor
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