Can you fling a top, I would like to know,
Till it hums like a bumble-bee?
Can you make a kite yourself that will go
'Most as high as the eye can see,
Till it sails and soars like a hawk on the wing,
And the little birds come and light on its string?
The schoolmaster looked oh! very demure,
But his mouth was twitching, I'm almost sure.
Can you tell where the nest of the oriole swings,
Or the color its eggs may be?