THE CHILD AND THE PIGEONS

You dear cooing pigeons, How gladly you fly O'er hilltop and meadow And forest trees high, Far, far away roaming; —And that too, would I! But ever, dear pigeons, When night shades the sky And home you are coming, As gladly you fly To meet with your loved ones; —And that, too, would I! Then, cooing together So fondly, you try To tell in what pleasures The day has passed by, Your every joy sharing; —And that, too, would I!