The Nesting Hour
Robin baby has gone to bed, Little wing to hide his head; Mothers bird must slumber too, Just like baby robins do. When the stars begin to rise Birds and babies close their eyes.
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The Nesting Hour
Robin baby has gone to bed, Little wing to hide his head; Mothers bird must slumber too, Just like baby robins do. When the stars begin to rise Birds and babies close their eyes.
Comment or Share Your Own Nursery Rhymes |