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THE FIRST EGG
My dearest Robin, let me beg
That you will keep this splendid egg
A secret from the cat.
I fear she noticed you last week
With strips of bedding in your beak,
And guessed what you were at.
That you will keep this splendid egg
A secret from the cat.
I fear she noticed you last week
With strips of bedding in your beak,
And guessed what you were at.
Don't sing a boastful melody
About it in a lilac-tree,
But fly a field away
And bubble over with delight
Till evening changes into night
And starry holiday.
About it in a lilac-tree,
But fly a field away
And bubble over with delight
Till evening changes into night
And starry holiday.
The egg's a credit to your mate!
Please tell her I congratulate
You both in hearty terms.
For colour, smoothness, shape and size
It's such an egg as I should prize,
If I could feed on worms.
Please tell her I congratulate
You both in hearty terms.
For colour, smoothness, shape and size
It's such an egg as I should prize,
If I could feed on worms.
We human creatures, when our joy
Is busy with a girl or boy,
Risk nothing if we shout.
Because our happy hearts are full,
Delicious bragging is the rule,
And handing babes about.
Is busy with a girl or boy,
Risk nothing if we shout.
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Delicious bragging is the rule,
And handing babes about.
But since, because of mice and rats,
We can't put muzzles on our cats,
I think I ought to speak.
Believe me, Robin, it is best,
Though song is aching in your breast,
For you to—hold your beak!
We can't put muzzles on our cats,
I think I ought to speak.
Believe me, Robin, it is best,
Though song is aching in your breast,
For you to—hold your beak!
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