For every Bird a Nest –
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round –
Wherefore when boughs are free –
Households in every tree –
Pilgrim be found?
Perhaps a home too high –
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires –
Perhaps of twig so fine –
Of twine e’en superfine,
Her pride aspires –
The Lark is not ashamed
To build upon the ground
Her modest house –
Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?
