He minds when I speak, for he understands words.
Dear little birdies, come in for this bread.
Why do you hop away, why turn your head?
Here in my hand is the bread, all for you.
Taste it, and see if my words are not true.
Dear little birdies, come in from the snow.
You will be frozen. Just hear the wind blow!
Hop on the window-sill; hop right along;
Eat of this bread, and then chirp us a song.
Dear little birdies, come in or you’ll freeze.