Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggart, and [prince of braggarts] is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat:
“Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,
Spink, spank, spink;
Never was I afraid of man,
Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can.
Chee, chee, chee!”
Six white eggs on a bed of hay,