The Starling

On her nest, with her young,

Sat the starling in the steeple

While below the great bell swung

To the church to call the people.

"Mother, mother", cried the starlings

"What is that? oh mother, tell!"

"Don't be frightened, little darlings

'Tis the great church bell

Ringing out its solemn warning,

That the people far and near

All may know 'tis Sunday morning

And make haste to gather here.

While the organ's sweetly playing

Little birds need have no fear!

While below the folk are praying

You can sing your hymns up here!"