No one answered, "Sweet, my brothers,
Unto us, and to no others;
Do you think the world belongs?
Just across the wall there truly
Where the cabbage-plants are set,
In the kitchen-garden duly
We were born; you quite forget,
When, as little worms, we crept
Up the mossy-scented wall;
Wove our cradles soft, and slept
Just within the robin's call;
Till one day we burst our fetters,
Glad to know ourselves on wing
And stole out among our betters,
Finding life a different thing!"
Unto us, and to no others;
Do you think the world belongs?
Just across the wall there truly
Where the cabbage-plants are set,
In the kitchen-garden duly
We were born; you quite forget,
When, as little worms, we crept
Up the mossy-scented wall;
Wove our cradles soft, and slept
Just within the robin's call;
Till one day we burst our fetters,
Glad to know ourselves on wing
And stole out among our betters,
Finding life a different thing!"
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