Mrs Jenny Wren is a proud little Wren
dusting down cobwebs in her lovely new den
washing dirty leaves around her nest
cleaning every day, there's not a moments rest
then, before her eyes, four sweet eggs appear
and much to her surprise she shed a little tear
she sits on her eggs until they all hatch
knitting as she sits to clothe her little batch
then, parades them one by one, all graceful to the eye
to all and sundry who may be passing by.
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