Little bird

Little bird, happy bird, what do you do

Hopping in the bushes with the catkins over you?

Hush! I know your secret_ don't let's tell the rest_

You're looking for a sheltered place to build a tiny nest!

Little bird, trilling bird, where is your mate?

Feed her on her hazel nest_ the evening's growing late.

Take your station on a twig as men-birds do

And keep one bright eye open as you see the long night through.

Little bird, busy bird, questing for food,

Here's a grub and there's a worm to feed a hungry brood.

Soon the hazel bush will rustle all alone

Still holding safe a tiny nest_ the little birds have flown.