JENNY Wren fell sick Upon a merry time, In came Robin Redbreast And brought her sops and wine. Eat well of the sop, Jenny, Drink well of the wine. Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine. Jenny Wren got well, And stood upon her feet; And told Robin plainly, She loved him not a bit. Robin he got angry, And hopped upon a twig, Saying, Out upon you, fie upon you, Bold faced jig! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER REVEL by ABUL HASAN OF SANTA MARIA |