We have a secret, just we three,
The robin, and I, and the sweet cherry-tree;
The bird told the tree, and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just us three.
But of course the robin knows it best,
Because she built the--I shan't tell the rest;
And laid the four little--something in it--
I'm afraid I shall tell it every minute.
But if the tree and the robin don't peep,
I'll try my best the secret to keep;
Though I know when the little birds fly about
Then the whole secret will be out.
Really? I thought it was written by Aileen Fisher, a prolific children's writer.
The sun is shining so I'm not going to allow difficulties with formatting this morning trouble me. Much.
Have you ever noticed that spring peepers stop singing every night at about the same time? They are singing their little hearts out when, all of a sudden, and without fading out slowly, they simply stop. Around here it's 10:30 pm. Odd... It's hard to get to sleep when they stop like that. [Edited to Add: You can listen to them at *this site*; you may be surprised to learn what a spring peeper is. You may be surprised because I've mixed apples and oranges today as is my usual habit.]
Noticed anything unusual lately?