We have a secret, just we three.
The robin and I and the sweet cherry tree:
The bird told the tree, and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just us three.
But of course the robin knows it best,
Because it built the, I shan't tell the rest;
And laid the four little, somethings, in it-
I am afraid I shall tell it every minute.
But if the tree and the robin don't peep,
I'll try my best the secret to keep;
Though I know when the little birds fly about,
Then the whole secret will be out.