Poems (Himburg)/Little birds
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LITTLE BIRDS
The birds, they lead a pleasant life,They spend their sunny hours singing In the tree tops and upon the lofty towers.They know where the fields of corn tops grow,They fly where the red berries grow, They sing in the fragrant bowers.
They heed not the beauty of butterflies, With wings of golden brown,Though they fly among the flowers, Without a note or a sound,Save the silent flutter of tiny wings, As they light upon the ground.
Then sing, oh sing little birds in the tree tops, Yes—sing you birds on the towers,Lend music all about us, For yours are the happy hours.