Classic Poem

Listen! In the April rain,
Brother Robin's here again;
Songs, like showers, come and go;
He's house-building, that I know.

Though he finds the old pine tree
Is not where it used to be,
And the nest he made last year
Torn and scattered far and near,

He has neither grief nor care,
Building sites are everywhere;
If one nest is blown away,
Fields are full of sticks and hay.

Listen! In the April rain,
Brother Robin sings again,
Sings so full of joy and glee,
He's house-building, don't you see?