“Coo,” say the little ones, “Coo,” says she,
All in their nest in the old pine tree.
2. When in the nest they are left alone,
While their mother, seeking food has gone;
Quiet and tender they all remain,
Till their mother they see come back again;
“Coo,” say the little ones, “Coo,” says she,
All in their nest in the old pine tree.
3. Fast grow the young ones, day and night,
Till their wings are plumed for a longer flight,