```"Come, come, Mrs. Brownie," says young Mr. Wren,
````"'T is time to be building our nest;.
```For the winter has gone, the spring blossoms have come,
````And the trees in green beauty are dressed,
`````Dressed, dressed,
````And the trees in green beauty are dressed.=
```"O, where shall we build it, my dear little wife,
````O, where shall we build it?" says he,
```"In the sweet woodbine bower, in the rose by the door,
````Or way up in the old apple-tree,
`````Tree, tree,
````Or way up in the old apple-tree?"=
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```"From woodbine," says Brownie, "my dear Mr. Wren,
````The sparrows would drive us away,
```In the rose by the door cats would eat us, I'm sure;
````Let us build in the apple-tree, pray,
`````Pray, pray,
````Let us build in the apple-tree, pray."
````So away high up in the old apple-tree
`````Mr. Wren built Brownie a nest,
```And't is there she sits now, in the white-blossomed bough,
````With the baby birds under her breast,
`````Breast, breast,
````With the baby birds under her breast.=
--NELLIE M. GARABRANT.
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