I found him limping in the grass --
  Poor little shivering fellow!
He had not many days, alas!
  For all the leaves were yellow.

I took him in beside the stove,
  And fed him beads of honey,
And brought a brother-singer's love --
  He never asked for money.

And soon he gave a chirp or two,
  And seemed quite brave and jolly;
And, as he sipped his golden brew,
  Sang -- "Down with melancholy!"