Three Bird Songs

Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain
And twittering, tottering sideways he ne'er got straight again,
He stooped to get a worm and looked up to get a fly,
And then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry.

Little Trotty Wagtail he waddled in the mud,
And left his little footmarks, trample where he would.
He waddled in the water pudge and waggle went his tail,
And chirrupt up his wings to dry upon the garden rail.

Little Trotty Wagtail, you nimble all about,
And in the dimpling waterpudge you waddle in and out;
Your home is nigh at hand and in the warm pig stye,
So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a goodbye.

Robin on a leafless bough, 
Lord in Heaven, how he sings! 
Now cold Winter's cruel Wind 
Makes playmates of withered things. 

How he sings for joy this morn ! 
How his breast doth pant and glow! 
Look you how he stands and sings, 
Half-way up his legs in snow! 

If these crumbs of bread were pearls, 
And I had no bread at home, 
He should have them for that song; 
Pretty Robin Redbreast, Come.