The Woodpecker

There's someone tapping on the maple tree,

Tap, tipy, tap, tap, tap;

But there's no one about that I can see,

Save a lark that is singing a song of glee

On a sunlit bough, and it isn't he

That is tapping away so steadily,

Tap, tipy, tap, tap, tap.

There's someone coming down the maple tree,

Tap, tipy, tap, tap, tap;

And he's hopping about so busily

In a cap as red as a barberry,

And a coat deeply blue as a starlit sea,

And he's singing a laughing melody,

Tap, tipy, tap, tap, tap.

There's someone going to the maple tree,

Tap, tipy, tap, tap, tap;

He's as gay as a prince or a lord, but he

Hasn't time to go 'round showing off, you see,

For he stays in the woods working lovingly

At a snug little home for his family,

Tap, tipy, tap, tap, tap.