NINE LITTLE BIRDIES.
Reading edition
Nine little birdies rocked by the breeze:
First birdie said, “I’m tired of these trees;”
Next birdie said, “Where shall we go?”
Third birdie said, “Where red cherries grow!”
Fourth birdie said, “Are they ripe, do you think?”
Fifth birdie laughed with a rogue’s own wink;
Sixth birdie said, “I’m sure that they are;”
Seventh birdie said, “Is it very far?”
Eighth birdie said, “Who’ll leader be?”
Ninth birdie said, “I’m off, follow me!”
Whew! Whew!
And away they all flew
Into Mr. John Lee’s
Choice cherry trees!