Little bird with tuneful throat,
Happy heart and silvery note—
Dainty beak and feathers yellow,
Thou art such a charming fellow.

Always merry, full of glee,
Seeming happy as can be—
All the house with music thrilling,
And my heart with pleasure filling.

Could I sing I'd vie with thee:
In sweet strains of melody
We would raise our voices high,
To praise our Maker in the sky.