Coo, Coo, my birdeen bán astore.
"I wish I was a linnet free
To rock and rustle on the tree
With none to haste or hustle me,
Coo, Coo, my birdeen bán astore!"
Mother: Did you make ready now what will
please him for his breakfast?
Celia: (Laughing.) I'm doing every whole
thing, but you know well to please him is not
possible.
Mother: It is going astray on me what sort of
egg best suits him, a pullet's egg or the egg of a
duck.
Celia: I'd go search out if it would satisfy him
the egg of an eagle having eyes as big as the moon,
and feathers of pure gold.
Mother: Look out again would you see him.