In the morning, in the bed,
She hugged her baby close and said,
" You're my little coo-bird, and this is our nest —
" My little Coo-bird, that I love the best —
" Now coo! little coo-bird, coo! "
And what did that bad baby do?
" Coo, " said the mother soft and still —
Piped little daughter loud and shrill —
" Cock-a-doodle-doo! "

" No! no! " said the mother, " no! "
I do not like it so!
I want no cock-a-biddys in my bed! "
And she brooded her nestling warm and said,
" Now coo! little coo-bird, coo! "
And what did that bad baby do?
" Coo, " said the mother soft and still —
Piped little daughter loud and shrill —
" To-whoo! To-whit! — to-whoo! "

" No! no! " said the mother, " no! "
I do not like it so!
Such fowls as owls I do not love —
Where is my little cooing dove?
" Now coo! little coo-bird, coo! "
And what did that dear baby do?
" Coo, " said the mother soft and slow —
Laughed little daughter sweet and low —
" Coo! Coo-oo! Coo! "