There, lullaby, and I will sing to you

A little song about a yellow bird

That made a nest upon a currant bush,

And sung the sweetest that you ever heard,

Lullaby, lullaby!

There were two little birds that built the nest;

One sat and sung upon the garden wall,

The other, with her warm and downy breast,

Covered the eggs so beautiful and small.

Lullaby, lullaby!

One day some little birds came peeping out,

And then they opened wide their mouths for food;

The yellow birds flew down and skipped about,

And brought them something very nice and good.

Lullaby, lullaby!

And so they grew and grew, till puss, one day,

Tore down the pretty nest with sudden rush,

But Johnny saw, and took the birds away,

And placed them in the nest, back on the bush.

Lullaby, lullaby!

The old ones found them safe, poor trembling things;

They smoothed and fed them, and that very day

They taught them how to spread their little wings,

And 'mong the garden trees to soar away.

Lullaby, lullaby?