Breakfast for the Robins

When supper is over,
The birds fly away,
And sing a new song
At dawn of the day.

These sweet little robins
Such lovely notes raise,
They seem to be singing
Their Creator’s praise.

Awake, little Minnie!
Come, Ella, arise!
The sun is beginning
His course in the skies.

Your birdies already
Are waiting for you
To give them their breakfast;
Now what will you do?

They rouse from their slumbers,
Then kneel down to pray;—
Thus Minnie and Ella
Begin the new day.

Before their own breakfast
Is ready, they go
To see if the robins
Are waiting below.

And there one dear songster
Is sure to be found
As soon as his breakfast
Is spread on the ground.