THE LITTLE BIRD.
Words by LORD LYTTON.
Music by T. CRAMPTON.
1.
The lit-tle bird fares well in Spring,
For all she wants she finds enough,
And ev'ry casual common thing
She makes her own without rebuff.
2.
First wool and hair from sheep and cow;
Then twig and straw to bind them fast,
From thicket and from thatch, and now,
A little nest is built at last.
3.