Sing You Merry Bird

Sing, O sing, you merry bird,
As you fly so lightly;
Sing your song of joy and love,
While the sun shines brightly:
Merrily swinging on the bough,
Of no sorrow thinking,
Sing until the bright, red sun
In the west is sinking.

Hum, O hum, you busy bee,
In the fragrant bowers,
Gath’ring in your honey store
From the summer flowers;
Hum away, my busy bee,
Happy little rover,
Through the gardens bright and green,
Through the fields of clover.

Safely roam, O butterfly,
O’er the hedges going,
Resting in this summer field
Bright with daisies growing;
Safely roam, O butterfly.
I will never harm you;
Fly away where bird and bee,
Sing their song to you and me.