Child’s Talk in April Christina Rossetti

I WISH you were a pleasant wren,
         And I your small accepted mate;
How we'd look down on toilsome men!
         We'd rise and go to bed at eight
         Or it may be not quite so late.

Then you should see the nest I'd build,
         The wondrous nest for you and me;
The outside rough, perhaps, but filled
         With wool and down: ah, you should see
         The cosey nest that it would be.

We'd have our change of hope and fear,
         Small quarrels, reconcilements sweet:
I'd perch by you to chirp and cheer,
         Or hop about on active feet
         And fetch you dainty bits to eat.

We'd be so happy by the day,
         So safe and happy through the night,
We both should feel, and I should say,
        It's all one season of delight,
And we'll make merry whilst we may.

Perhaps some day there'd be an egg
         When spring had blossomed from the snow:
I'd stand triumphant on one leg;
         Like chanticleer I'd almost crow
        To let our little neighbors know.