JENNY AND TIMOTHY WREN.
Reading edition
Sweet little, neat little Miss Jenny Wren, On a white hawthorn spray, In the bright month of May, Sat chirping so sweet,— "Pewhit and pewheet," Where daisies unfold. And kingcups of gold Shine out on a glad May morning. Down-crested, brown-breasted Timothy Wren, As he fluttered along, Trilled the snatch of a song; Then chirruped her name As near her he came, And told of his love, As meek as a dove, To Jenny, that bright May morning. "Hear, Jenny, dear Jenny, sweet Jenny Wren: If you'll be my own wife, I will love you through life; We'll gather the moss, Soft feathers, and floss; And build us a nest, The neatest and best, And sing through the bright May mornings." May blossoms, gay blossoms, curtained their nest: Through the tiny mouse-hole, Little Jenny she stole; There, of no one afraid, Ten fine eggs she laid, While Timothy dear Sang blithely and clear, "How sweet are the bright May mornings!"
George Bennett.
