Oh, were it day, and I on wing,
I would teach them how to sing;
But this is shocking; even twitter,
Twit, twit, twit, were surely better.
CHORUS OF YOUNG SWALLOWS.
Twitter! twitter! twit! twit! twit!
Boys and girls have little wit.
SWALLOW.
Do hear our young ones, how they sing!
They find it quite an easy thing.
They ne’er beat down, up, hither, thither,
And never saw the blackboard, neither.
MASTER.
And now you have sung one, two, three,
Perhaps you’ll say your a b c;
Come, say it,—c d e f g,—
BOYS.
H i j k l m n.—
SWALLOWS.