My dicky bird!
Where can he be, poor thing?
He is sitting alone
On a green mossy stone,
Trying his best to sing.
Oh, come let us play
A game of croquet,
Cried rosy-cheeked May
To her sister one day.
My dicky bird!
Where can he be, poor thing?
He is sitting alone
On a green mossy stone,
Trying his best to sing.
Oh, come let us play
A game of croquet,
Cried rosy-cheeked May
To her sister one day.