Slowly, slowly, growing
While I watched them well,
See, my nuts have ripened;
Now I’ve news to tell.
I will tell the Squirrel,
“Here’s a store for you;
But, kind Sir, remember
The Nuthatch likes them too.”
I will tell the Nuthatch,
“Now, Sir, you may come;
Choose your nuts and crack them,
But leave the children some.”
I will tell the children,
“You may take your share;
Come and fill your pockets,
But leave a few to spare.”