Classic Poem

The bird that has no nest,
The Fox that has no hole;
He's wiser than the rest,
Her eggs are never stole.

She builds where none can see,
He hides where none can find;
The bird can rest where'er she be,
He freely moves as wind.

Thou hast not found her little young,
E'en though thou'st sought them long;
Though from thine earliest day they've sung,
Thou hast not heard their song.

Thou hast not found that Fox's brood,
That nestle under ground;
Though through all time his burrow's stood,
His whelps thou'st never found.