The poem
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round --
Wherefore when boughs are free -- Households in every tree -- Pilgrim be found?
Perhaps a home too high -- Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires --
Perhaps of twig so fine -- Of twine e'en superfine, Her pride aspires --
The Lark is not ashamed To build upon the ground Her modest house --
Yet who of all the throng Dancing around the sun Does so rejoice?
Humility and pride seen in birds and their nests.