Classic Poem

There's a little brown bird in the spinney,
 With a little gold cap on its head,
Gold as the gold of a guinea,
 And its legs they are wobbly and red. Myself .

“Little brown bird, is your singing
 Over and finished and done?” Bird .
“I wait for the fairy who's bringing
 Spring and its showers and its sun.” Myself .

“What will you do in December?” Bird .
“Do? What I'm doing just now:
Here on the first of November,
 Shivering mute on a bough.” Myself .

“But April will find you quite cheery!”
 I said with a pang in my breast. Bird .
“In April I'll get me a dearie
 And help her to fashion a nest.”