Poems of childhood . IS. The Dinkey-bird THE DINKEY-BIRD So when children shout and scamper And make merry all the day,When theres naught to put a damper To the ardor of their play;When I hear their laughter ringing, Then I m sure as sure can beThat the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree. For the Dinkey-Birds bravuras And staccatos are so sweet —His roulades, appoggiaturas, And robustos so complete,That the youth of every nation- Be 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 ge
Poems of childhood . IS. The Dinkey-bird THE DINKEY-BIRD So when children shout and scamper And make merry all the day,When theres naught to put a damper To the ardor of their play;When I hear their laughter ringing, Then I m sure as sure can beThat the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree. For the Dinkey-Birds bravuras And staccatos are so sweet —His roulades, appoggiaturas, And robustos so complete,That the youth of every nation- Be 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 tree.[ 121 1 THE DINKEY-BIRD I m sure you like to go there To see your feathered friend —And so many goodies grow there You would like to comprehend!Speed, little dreams, your winging To that land across the seaWhere the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree! [
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