'The Yellow Tailed Thornbill'

I'm a fussy little fellow In my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow and bend. Many a melody I bring you, In the soft, gay songs I sing you With a cheery little grace-note at the end 'Chip, chip.' Oh, I never miss that grace-note at the end. Summer into autumn passes, And among the rippening grasses, 'Mid the midges, goodly provender I gain. Little for your presence caring, Confident and greatly daring, I will charn you with a sudden, sweet refrain 'Chip, chip.' Oh, a very soft, yet valiant refrain. When the time has come for nesting, Our sagacity attesting, We erect a neat, twin-chambered bow'r of love; Mother in the nursery sleeping With the babes, while sentry keeping, Father has his parlor-bedroom up above 'Chip, chip.' Oh, it's cosier - and quieter above. In my kilt of golden yellow I'm a friendly little fellow, And my spangled sable crown I proudly bear. Tho' my way be meek and lowly, I can capture, win you wholly If you'll listen to this cheerful little air 'Chip, chip.' Oh, I'll charm you with my cheerful little air.