There’s where the dear little daisies grow.
Up in the older tree, tree, tree,
Peep, and a tiny nest you’ll see,
Swung by the breezes to and fro—
There’s where the dear little birdlings grow.
Up in the nursery, neat, neat, neat,
Hear the patter of wee, wee feet—
Hear little voices chirp and crow—
There’s where the dear little babies grow!