The Crested Jay

THE jay is a jovial bird,--heigh-ho! He chatters all day In a frolicsome way With the murmuring breezes that blow,--heigh-ho!

Hear him noisily call From a red-wood tree tall To his mate in the opposite tree, heigh-ho! Saying: “How do you do?” As his top-knot of blue Is raised as polite as can be,--heigh-ho!

Oh impudent jay With your plumage so gay And your manners so jaunty and free,--heigh-ho! How little you guessed When you robbed the wren’s nest, That any stray fellow would see,--heigh-ho!