Fussy bird, you do not know
Who drink delight from bud and blossom:
Ravish spring in all her beauty -
Fussy bird, you do not know
New clapnets have been made for you,
And timer are the meshes;
The snare around the flower shrub
Is camouflaged in green.
Your pretty nest is on the bough -
But they'll burn and bring it down!
And, fussy bird, you will have.
To leave the garden soon!
We love a shady tree and wish
It were to live for ever,
But axe the one that gives no shade
Even if it's the proudest pine!
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