Little Birds are writing
⁠Interesting books,
⁠To be read by cooks:
Read, I say, not roasted——
Letterpress, when toasted,
⁠Loses its good looks.

Little Birds are playing
⁠Bagpipes on the shore,
⁠Where the tourists snore:
'Thanks!" they cry." 'Tis thrilling!
Take, oh take this shilling!
⁠Let us have no more!"

Little Birds are bathing
⁠Crocodiles in cream,
⁠Like a happy dream:
Like, but not so lasting——
Crocodiles, when fasting,
⁠Are not all they seem!