Classic Poem

" Come and see! Come and see! "
The thrush pipes out of the hawthorn tree:
And I and Dicky on tiptoe go
To see what treasures he wants to show.
His call is clear as a call can be —
And " Come and see! " he says:
" Come and see! "

" Come and see! Come and see! "
His house is there in the hawthorn-tree:
The neatest house that ever you saw,
Built all of mosses and twigs and straw:
The folk who built were his wife and he —
And " Come and see! " he says:
" Come and see! "

" Come and see! Come and see! "
Within this house there are treasures three:
So warm and snug in its curve they lie —
Like three bright bits out of Spring's blue sky.
We would not hurt them, he knows: not we!
So " Come and see! " he says:
" Come and see! "