The little bird upon the hillside lonely,
Flits noiselessly along from spray to spray.
THE SING-AWAY BIRD.
Have you ever heard of the sing-away bird,
That sings where the run-away river
Runs down with its rills from the bald-headed hills
That stand in the sunshine and shiver?
Oh, sing, sing away, sing away!
How the pines and the birches are stirred
By the trill of the sing-away bird!