I found this little gem in a very old magazine for young people. Enjoy!
Down in the meadow the little brown thrushes
Build them a nest in the barberry bushes;
And when it is finished all cozy and neat,
Three speckled eggs make their pleasure complete.
“Twit-ter-ee twitter!” they chirp to each other,
“Building a nest is no end of a bother;
But oh, when our deal little birdies we see,
How happy we’ll be! How happy we’ll be!
Up at the cottage where children are growing,
The young mother patiently sits at her sewing.
It’s something to work for small hobbledehoys,
That will tear their trousers and make such a noise;
“And one must admit,” says the dear little mother,
“That bringing up boys is no end of a bother;
But oh, when they kiss me, and climb on my knee,
It’s sweetness for me, it’s sweetness for me!
Isn't God good to give us such a gift as children?
He is wonderful!