That comes in the apple tree to sing.
I flung a stone as he twittered there,
I only meant to give him a scare,
But off it went—and hit him square.
A little flutter—a little cry—
Then on the ground I saw him lie.
I didn't think he was going to die.
But as I watched him I soon could see
He never would sing for you or me
Any more in the apple tree.