THE YELLOWBIRD
Hey! my little Yellowbird,What you doing there?Like a flashing sun-ray,Flitting everywhere:Dangling down the tall weedsAnd the hollyhocks,And the lordly sunflowersAlong the garden-walks.Ho! my gallant Golden-bill,Pecking ’mongst the weeds,You must have for breakfastGolden flower-seeds:Won’t you tell a little fellowWhat you have fortea?—’Spect a peck o’ yellow, mellowPippin on the tree.
Hey! my little Yellowbird,What you doing there?Like a flashing sun-ray,Flitting everywhere:Dangling down the tall weedsAnd the hollyhocks,And the lordly sunflowersAlong the garden-walks.Ho! my gallant Golden-bill,Pecking ’mongst the weeds,You must have for breakfastGolden flower-seeds:Won’t you tell a little fellowWhat you have fortea?—’Spect a peck o’ yellow, mellowPippin on the tree.
Hey! my little Yellowbird,What you doing there?Like a flashing sun-ray,Flitting everywhere:Dangling down the tall weedsAnd the hollyhocks,And the lordly sunflowersAlong the garden-walks.
Hey! my little Yellowbird,
What you doing there?
Like a flashing sun-ray,
Flitting everywhere:
Dangling down the tall weeds
And the hollyhocks,
And the lordly sunflowers
Along the garden-walks.
Ho! my gallant Golden-bill,Pecking ’mongst the weeds,You must have for breakfastGolden flower-seeds:Won’t you tell a little fellowWhat you have fortea?—’Spect a peck o’ yellow, mellowPippin on the tree.
Ho! my gallant Golden-bill,
Pecking ’mongst the weeds,
You must have for breakfast
Golden flower-seeds:
Won’t you tell a little fellow
What you have fortea?—
’Spect a peck o’ yellow, mellow
Pippin on the tree.