It darts its black head under its wing,
And moistens its beak in—darling thing!—
A human heart that is broken with shame.
Then this cherished bird its song begins—
Always begins its song one way—
With two little dulcet words, They Say,
Carolled in such a charming way
That the listener's heart it surely wins.
This sweetest of songsters sits beside
Every hearth in this Christian land,