UNDER the tree the farmer said, Smiling and shaking his wise old head: "Cherries are ripe! but then, you know, There's the grass to cut and the corn to hoe; We can gather the cherries any day, But when the sun shines we must make our hay; To-night, when the work has all been done, We'll muster the boys, for fruit and fun. Up on the tree a robin said, Perking and cocking his saucy head, "Cherries are ripe! and so to-day We'll gather them while you make the hay; For we are the boys with no corn to hoe, No cows to milk, and no grass to mow." At night the farmer said: "Here's a trick! These roguish robins have had their pick." @3F. E. Weatherley@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN OLD MUFF by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FROM HIDDEN SOURCE by JEAN ANDERSON SOLDIERS OF FREEDOM by KATHARINE LEE BATES BUSINESS GIRLS by JOHN BETJEMAN ON THE DEATH OF REV. LEVI PARSONS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |