The Birds Sat Upon ItG. BachlundThere was a Young Lady whose bonnetCame untied when the birds sat upon it;But she said, "I don't care!All the birds in the airAre welcome to sit on my bonnet!"
← LibraryG. Bachlund · songThe Birds Sat Upon ItSong 2 of 3lyrics: Edward LearAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThe Birds Sat Upon Itlyrics: Edward LearThereðˈeəwaswˈɒzaeɪ̯YoungjˈʌŋLadylˈeɪdiwhosehˈuːzbonnetbˈɒnɪtCamekˈeɪmuntiedʌntˈaɪdwhenwˈɛntheðəbirdsbˈɜːdzsatsˈætuponəpˈɒnitˈɪt;Butbˈʌtsheʃˈiːsaidsˈɛd,"Iˈaɪdondˈɒn'tcarekˈeə!AllˈɔːltheðəbirdsbˈɜːdzinˈɪntheðəairˈeəAreə(ɹ)welcomewˈɛlkʌmtotˈuːsitsˈɪtonˈɒnmymˈaɪbonnetbˈɒnɪt!"