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Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!

Sing we in the morning,

Sending up to heaven's blue our happy waking song;

Daily, gayly, our tiny home adorning,

Working all so merrily the whole day long.

Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!

Sing we in the noontide;

Half the day is over now, half our work is done;

Neatly, featly, the moss and twigs are blended,

Feather, flower, leaf, and stems, all added one by one.

Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!

Sing we in the evening;

Happy day is past, past, happy night begun;

Wooing, cooing, we nestle 'mid the branches,

Sinking down to rest with the sinking of the sun.

Soft, soft, soft, soft,

Sleep we through the still night;

Tiny head 'neath tiny wing comfortably curled,

Singing, springing, with the breath of morning,

Waking up once more to all the wonder of the world.