Classic Poem

I'd not despoil the linnet's nest
That whistles on the spray;
I'd not despoil the tuneful lark
That sings at break of day;
I would not rob the charming thrush
That chants so sweet at e'en;
Nor would not rob the lovely wren,
With her bower of green.

The birds — they are like children
That dance upon the lea;
And they will not sing in cages
As they do in bush or tree.
They are just like tiny children
Dear to their mother's heart;
And such as would the treasures steal
Enact a cruel part!