Little Birds Songtext
von Malvina Reynolds

Little birds in the tree tops
Little birds in the firebushes
Little birds on the high wires
Of the telephone line
And they′re talking all together
Of the young one's first feather
And they′re singing about the weather
Because the weather is fine


Little birds came to dinner
On the berries in the firebushes
Little birds singing cheerily
When they all came to dine
And they ate all the fireberries
And they hopped into the cherry tree
And they all sang merrily
Because the cherries were fine

Little birds in the springtime
Little birds in the summertime
And they're flying and singing
As long as they may
When the weather gets colder
And the little ones get older
They all talk about the southland
And they all fly away