And we'll witness it, Death-Moth and I.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! don't make a fuss—
You've mighty small matters to give;
Your coral and jet, and ... there, there—you can tack
A codicil on, if you live.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away now
To your house in the old willow-tree,
Where your children, so dear, have invited the ant.
And a few cozy neighbours, to tea.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,