Oh, birdie, birdie, will you, pet?

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Title:     Oh, birdie, birdie, will you, pet?
Author: Laura E. Richards [More Titles by Richards]

"'Oh, birdie, birdie, will you, pet?
Summer is far and far away yet.
You'll get silken coats and a velvet bed,
And a pillow of satin for your head.'

"'I'd rather sleep in the ivy wall!
No rain comes through, though I hear it fall
The sun peeps gay at dawn of day,
And I sing and wing away, away.'

"'Oh, birdie, birdie, will you, pet?
Diamond stones, and amber and jet,
I'll string in a necklace fair and fine,
To please this pretty bird of mine.'

"'Oh, thanks for diamonds and thanks for jet,
But here is something daintier yet.
A feather necklace round and round,
That I would not sell for a thousand pound.'

"'Oh, birdie, birdie, won't you, pet?
I'll buy you a dish of silver fret;
A golden cup and an ivory seat,
And carpets soft beneath your feet.'

"'Can running water be drunk from gold?
Can a silver dish the forest hold?
A rocking twig is the finest chair,
And the softest paths lie through the air.
Farewell, farewell to my lady fair!'"

[The end]
Laura E. Richards's poem: Oh, birdie, birdie, will you, pet?

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