THE YELLOW-BIRD[3]
Hey! my little yellow-bird,What you doing there?Like a flashing sun-rayFlitting everywhere;Dangling down the tall weedsAnd the holly-hocks,And the lovely sunflowersAlong the garden walks.
Hey! my little yellow-bird,What you doing there?Like a flashing sun-rayFlitting everywhere;Dangling down the tall weedsAnd the holly-hocks,And the lovely sunflowersAlong the garden walks.
Hey! my little yellow-bird,What you doing there?Like a flashing sun-rayFlitting everywhere;Dangling down the tall weedsAnd the holly-hocks,And the lovely sunflowersAlong the garden walks.
Hey! my little yellow-bird,
What you doing there?
Like a flashing sun-ray
Flitting everywhere;
Dangling down the tall weeds
And the holly-hocks,
And the lovely sunflowers
Along the garden walks.
James Whitcomb Riley.