For I’d tried a long time, but could not find out.
“Why, I’m sure,” she replied, “you cannot guess wrong;
Don’t you know I am singing a temperance song?
“Teetotal—oh, that’s the first word of my lay;
And then don’t you see how I twitter away?
’Tis because I’ve just fluttered my beak in the spring,
And brushed the fair face of the lake with my wing.
Cold water, cold water, yes, that is my song,
And I love to keep singing it all the day long.
“And now, my sweet Miss, won’t you give me a crumb;