To hear that noise begin.
“Oh dear,” she cried, “here comes the rain,
“And this is picnic day.”
Nor did she know what she had heard
Was just a wooden legged bird
Until he flew away.
Young Johnny Bingle long had wished
To hear that noise begin.
“Oh dear,” she cried, “here comes the rain,
“And this is picnic day.”
Nor did she know what she had heard
Was just a wooden legged bird
Until he flew away.
Young Johnny Bingle long had wished