But whistled like a bird all day,
And may be ’twas for want of thought.
But Nature, with resistless laws,
Made Adam soon surpass the birds;
She gave him lovely Eve, because,
If he’d a wife, they must have words.
And so, the native land, I hold,
By male descent is proudly mine;
The language, as the tale hath told,
Was given in the female line.