THERE were two wrens upon a tree, Whistle and I'll come to thee; Another came, and there were three, Whistle and I'll come to thee; Another came and there were four, You needn't whistle any more, For being frightened, off they flew, And there are none to show to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |