Two Little Beds

 Two Little Beds
by Elizabeth Ellis Scantlebury

I know where there's a little bed
Away up in a tree,
All made of hair, and grass, and thread,
And round as it can be.

Three baby birdies in the bed
Up in the tree-top swing;
They cuddle down and go to sleep
Beneath their mother's wing.

I know where there's a little bed
With pillows soft and white,
Where mother tucks her baby in
And kissed him "good-night."

But soon the birdies in the nest
Will spread their wings and fly;
And our dear baby you will see
With mother riding by!