@3This is a song that fell from a tree, From a brown jolly bird that was singing to me; And the theme of his singing seemed ever to be, Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!@1 He sang me of earth on a green day in spring When Nature was taking her annual fling; @3Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!@1 Of hay ricks and meadows and dear growing trees; Of white scented blossoms; the dull boom of bees; And always he finished his carol of these With @3tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!@1 He sang me of winds on a blue rolling hill, Of sun-checkered meadows and vales deep and still; @3Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!@1 Of ten little pigs and a pensive old sow, Of frisky young colts; downy chickens; and how The earth curls away from the blade of a plough! @3Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!@1 He sang me a rollicking song of his mate In the crab apple tree by the side of the gate; @3Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!@1 He sang me (I swear it) a song that I knew -- A song of the youth and the sweetness of you . . . But all I could hear of the words were these two, @3Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY A SOLILOQUY; OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER by WALTER HARTE CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING |