Classic Poem

Poor fluttered, frightened, silent one!
If we had seen your nest of clay,
We should have passed it, would have gone,
Nor frightened you away.

Are others too must guard a nest
From hawk, and kite, and secret foe,
And that despair is in their breast
Which you this moment know.

Shield the nests where'er they be!
In the house, or in the tree!
Guard the poor from treachery!