The Chimney Bird.

Little flying chimney bird, Do you live with soot and smoke? I should think ’twould spoil your wings, Blind your eyes, and make you choke. You have queer taste, on my word, Little, flying chimney bird. Little black-capped chimney bird, What a place to build a nest. Good enough for bats, perhaps, They are not so nicely dressed; But for you, it is absurd, Little black-capped chimney bird. Little bright-eyed chimney bird, Were I you, I’d take a tree, Like the other birdies do; Don’t you look so pert at me, Just as if you hadn’t heard, Little, saucy chimney bird.