Little Bird

I.     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!" II.     And I run to the tree where he sings and sits,     High up on the topmost limb;     And he cocks his eye and flirts and flits     While I reply to him:     "Hello! hello!     You cunning little fellow!     Hello! hello! I say!     You are complimenting early;     And your song is clear and pearly     As the dewdrop dripping nearly     From the spray, from the spray;     As the dewdrop dripping nearly from the spray.     Your singing is far sweeter     Than any rhyme or metre:     Oh, I love to hear you whistle,     Swinging lighter than a thistle,     And I hope you'll come and see me every day,     Every day;     I hope you'll come and see me every day.     Hello! hello!     You darling little fellow!"