@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...SMOKING SPIRITUALIZED by RALPH ERSKINE OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |