How do the robins build their nests?

Robin Redbreast told me.

First a wisp of amber hay

In a pretty round they lay,

Then some shreds of downy floss,

Feathers, too, and bits of moss,

Woven with a sweet, sweet song,

This way, that way, and across;

That’s what Robin told me.

Where do the robins hide their nests?

Robin Redbreast told me.

Up among the leaves so deep,

Where the sunbeams rarely creep,

Long before the winds are cold,

Long before the leaves are gold,

Bright-eyed stars will peep and see Baby robins, one, two, three;

That’s what Robin told me.

— George Cooper DhHGKTYZM4+nnc2JLPkswVC2b/VFV3i2OliLII3LGBvc1/MsHQCLrNRmGE4hMcT3