I took the wrens nest; Heaven forgive me! Its merry architects so small Had scarcely finished their wee hall, That, empty still, and neat and fair, Hung idly in the summer air. D. M. MulockThe Wrens Nest.
Among the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little wrens In snugness may compare. WordsworthA Wrens Nest.