And it grows, it grows, and it grows,
In the sunshine and the rain—
How, nobody knows, nobody knows.
Hear the black cock flap his wings!
And he crows, he crows, and he crows;
But whether he laughs or he sings,
Why, nobody knows, nobody knows.
The brook runs sparkling along,
And it flows, it flows, and it flows;
But what is its rippling song,