THE CANARY
Reading edition
Canary Bird, Canary Bird, In your golden jail, On your trapeze balancing With your yellow tail, Don't you wish that you could fly Through the window pane To the Robin Redbreast gay Singing in the lane? Where the apple trees in bloom Drop their petals white, So you almost think it has Snowed 'most all the night? Would you love to see the nest Mrs. Robin's made, And the eggs of china blue Which she just has laid? Don't you want to leave your cage? See, the door is wide Open and the window, too— You can fly outside.
See the turkey gobbler run. Guess he doesn't call it fun. Don't you hope he gets away Before it is Thanksgiving Day? Up and down the page he goes On his long, thin pointed toes. Now and then he gives a squawk— That's the way a Turkey talks!
