We built a home especially for
Our Martins, who will live next door.
When spring has come, we wait to hear
The chatter of our birds so dear.
At last we see them soaring high,
Their graceful forms against the sky,
Then one by one they circle in
And find the home we made for them.
They talk and talk, as if to say,
"This place is fine", – and so they stay.
They talk and chatter all day long –
They really do not have a song.
The too short time that they are here
Brings such enjoyment to our ear;
So, when they leave us, how we pray
That they'll be safe until that day
They come again to bring more cheer,
Because to us they are so dear.