Little Bird

A Little bird sits in our cottonwood tree,

And perks his head and sings;

And this is the song he pipes to me

While he flirts his tail and wings:

"Hello! hello!

You jolly little fellow!

"Hello! hello! I say!

Do you hear me every morning

How I try to give you warning?

With my little song adorning

Every day, every day;

With my little song adorning every day.

I want to tell you this, sir:

You are sweeter than a kiss, sir,

You are fairer than a posy,

With your face so fresh and rosy;

Oh, I love to see you merry at your play,

Every day;

I love to see you laughing at your play.

Hello! hello!

You merry little fellow!"