by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)

Ay! Be merry, all birds, to‑day
Language: English 
Ay! Be merry, all birds, to-day,
Be merry on earth as you never were merry before,
Be merry in heaven, O larks, and far away,
And merry for ever and ever, and one day more.
Why? For it's easy to find a rhyme.

Look, look, how he flits.
The fire-crown'd king of the wrens, from out of the pine !
Look how they tumble the blossom, the mad little tits !
' Cuck-oo ! Cuck-oo ! ' was ever a May so fine ? 
Why? For it's easy to find a rhyme.

O merry the linnet and dove,
And swallow and sparrow and throstle, and have your desire !
O merry my heart, you have gotten the wings of love,
And flit like the king of the wrens with a crown of fire.
Why ? For it's ay ay, ay ay.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-03-22
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Word count: 141