Spring once said to the Nightingale,
I mean to give you birds a ball:
Pray, ma’am, ask the birdies all,
The birds and birdies great and small.
Soon they came from bush and tree,
Singing sweet their songs of glee;
Each one fresh from its cozy nest,
Each one dressed in its Sunday best.
The Wren and Cuckoo danced for life,
The Raven waltzed with the Yellow Bird’s wife.
The awkward Owl and the bashful Jay,
Wished each other a very good day.
A Woodpecker came from his hole in the tree
And brought his bill for company,
For the cherries ripe and berries red,
“Twas a very long bill, so the birdies said.
They danced all day, ’till the sun was low,
’till the mother birds prepared to go,
When one and all, both great and small,
Flew home to their nests from the birdies’ ball.