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...SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB |