Till, deafen’d quite, she check’d the song.
“That bird,” said she,—“Hush, hush, you thing!—
Flew in the window here, one spring.
We caught and caged him, and he grew
The sweetest pet that ever flew;
I hold my finger toward him so,
And down he flies and lights, you know,
And pecks my hair and lips, and oh,
How jauntily—you ought to see—
He perks his head and chirps for me!