Two Little Red Birds.

There’s a birdie at our window, Tapping just as if he knew There were happy little children Where the wind was blowing through; And they tapped and kept on tapping. Did they want to come inside? Their little wings were flapping, Open up your window wide. And the children were so happy, Just to see the birds fly in Under shelter, under safety, In the snow storm they had been; And we fed these little birdies With soft crumbs of whitest bread; And they ate, these little sturdies, Tempted them to go to bed. In the morning, bright and early, They were up before daylight; And they said, peek-peek, to thank us For the shelter of the night; Then we tho’t how birds must suffer In their nest of softest down; And we looked in a small corner Laid a little foot so brown. And no wonder they were tapping Tapping at our window pane; For the cruel wind had frozen Off its little foot—such pain. Then we thought how birds must suffer From the cold and from the snow; And we built a little bird house That would keep them warm, we know.