Child

I WISH I were a little bird When the sun shines And the wind whispers low, Through the tall pines, I'd rock in the elm tops, Rifle the pear-tree, Hide in the cherry boughs, O such a rare tree!

I wish I were a little bird; All summer long I'd fly so merrily Sing such a song! Song that should never cease While daylight lasted, Wings that should never tire Howe'er they hasted.