'Birdie, Birdie, will you pet?Summer-time is far away yet.You'll have silken quilts and a velvet bed,And a pillow of satin for your head!
'I'd rather sleep in the ivy wall.No rain comes through. tho I hear it fall.The sun peeps gay at dawn of day.And I sing, and wing away, away!
'O Birdie, Birdie, will you pet?Diamond-stones and amber and jet,We'll string on a necklace fair and fine.To please this pretty bird of mine!'
'O thanks for diamonds, and thanks for jet.But here is something daintier yet-.A feather necklace round and round,That I wouldn't sell for a thousand pound!'
'O Birdie, Birdie, won't you pet?We'll buy you a dish of silver fret.A golden cup and an ivory seat,And carpets soft beneath your feet!"
'Can running water be drunk from gold?Can a silver dish the forest hold?A rocking twig is the finest chair,And the softest paths lie through the air-.Good-bye, good-bye to my lady fair!