I. A Little Bird Sits In Our Cottonwood Tree, And Perks His Head And Sings; And This Is The Song He Pipes To Me While He Flirts His Tail And Wings: "Hello! Hello! You Jolly Little Fellow! "Hello! Hello! I Say! Do You Hear Me Every Morning How I Try To Give You Warning? With My Little Song Adorning Every Day, Every Day; With My Little Song Adorning Every Day. I Want To Tell You This, Sir: You Are Sweeter Than A Kiss, Sir, You Are Fairer Than A Posy, With Your Face So Fresh And Rosy; Oh, I Love To See You Merry At Your Play, Every Day; I Love To See You Laughing At Your Play. Hello! Hello! You Merry Little Fellow!" Ii. And I Run To The Tree Where He Sings And Sits, High Up On The Topmost Limb; And He Cocks His Eye And Flirts And Flits While I Reply To Him: "Hello! Hello! You Cunning Little Fellow! Hello! Hello! I Say! You Are Complimenting Early; And Your Song Is Clear And Pearly As The Dewdrop Dripping Nearly From The Spray, From The Spray; As The Dewdrop Dripping Nearly From The Spray. Your Singing Is Far Sweeter Than Any Rhyme Or Metre: Oh, I Love To Hear You Whistle, Swinging Lighter Than A Thistle, And I Hope You'll Come And See Me Every Day, Every Day; I Hope You'll Come And See Me Every Day. Hello! Hello! You Darling Little Fellow!"