This is the nest that nobody sees/ That was made to hold the bird's egg"" -- and so on, cumulatively, through the branch, lawn, street, town, state, country and planet earth that define the egg's particular spot in the universe until we come to ""This is the sun with its fiery face/ And around it the earth is rolling through space/ and on it our country spreading wide"". . . and back again to the egg and ""the bird who made it and laid it."" From the tidy, topiary-dressed lawn and stylized, smiling sun to the constantly recurring rhythm, this seems overcalculated. Yet (shades of Stephen Daedalus) the concept is one which children often discover to their own fascination so this prim little repetition game can be expected to catch on with some.