Sing Little Bird , Sing ! Come, you birdie that sings with glee The night has passed , the sun is up You must come down the tree to see I've put out some crumbs for you in a cup. Sing , little bird , sing me a song ! Sing softly , sing sweetly all day long . To- morrow I'll go away from this valley Start singing ; make me merry ! The butterflies flit among bright flowers That're sweet smelling , after a shower . Like you , they too need food to eat But they'll not eat bread crumbs or seed . So little bird , start singing your song . I've waited for your melody late and long . Sing of the mountains and plains and sun- rise And of the fairies ; you'll be in for a surprise . My little bird sings on and on and on . I sit on my veranda listening to it till done. My bird'll come again tomorrow at dawn. I'll be out there mowing the lawn. By Agatha Lai ©