The Dinkey-Bird

N an ocean, 'way out yonder (As all sapient people know) , Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go ; It's their playing, romping, swinging, That give great joy to me While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing In the amfalula tree. There the gumdrops grow like cherries, And taffy's thick as peas Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please; Big red sugar-plums are clinging To the cliffs beside that sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree. So when children shout and scamper And make merry all the day, When there's naught to put a damper To the ardor of their play; HOLLYHOCK When I hear their laughter ringing, Then I'm sure as sure can be That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree. For the Dinkey-Bird's bravuras And staccatos are so sweetHis roulades, appoggiaturas, And robustos so complete, That the youth of every nationBe they near or far away- Have especial delectation In that gladsome roundelay. Their eyes grow bright and brighter, Their lungs begin to crow, Their hearts get light and lighter, And their cheeks are all aglow; For an echo cometh bringing The news to all and me, That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula trec.