Come hither, come hither, ye merry bird,
And tell me a story do.
Why are you always happy and glad,
And never a thought of sorrow have?
The bird cooed softly and whispered low,
The reason is very plain you know.
I love the sunshine, the gay green trees,
The whole of Nature, the cool, cool breeze,
So why should I be sorry and pout,
When Nature is laughing around and about?
And is ready and willing to truly serve me,
With everything that is necessary,
If only I merrily sing and chirp,
And happily, happily to my work,
For, Nature and I are one, you see,
And she is always subservient to me.