Robins

Robins
by Helen Master

Today I saw the funniest thing,
A robin with a piece of string.
In his bill he held it fast
And flew away as I went past.

I asked my Mamma what he'd do
With all that string. She said he drew
It through his nest so it would be
All soft and warm up in a tree.

For, if he did his very best,
And made a most in-vi-ting nest,
Some little robins, small and shy,
Might come to live with
him by and by.

I wonder if I made a nest
As soft with string as all the rest,
Would baby robins, soft and wee
Ever come to live with me?