[NINE LITTLE BIRDIES.]
Nine little birdies rocked by the breeze:
First birdie said, “I’m tired of these trees;”
Next birdie said, “Where shall we go?”
Third birdie said, “Where red cherries grow!”
Fourth birdie said, “Are they ripe, do you think?”
Nine little birdies rocked by the breeze:
First birdie said, “I’m tired of these trees;”
Next birdie said, “Where shall we go?”
Third birdie said, “Where red cherries grow!”
Fourth birdie said, “Are they ripe, do you think?”