But here is something daintier yet,—
A feather-necklace round and round,
That I wouldn't sell for a thousand pound!"
"O Birdie, Birdie, won't you pet?
We'll buy you a dish of silver fret,
A golden cup and an ivory seat,
And carpets soft beneath your feet!"
"Can running water be drunk from gold?
Can a silver dish the forest hold?
A rocking twig is the finest chair,