"Why do you come to my apple tree,
Little bird so gray?"
Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-twit-twee!
That was all he would say.
"Why do you lock your rosy feet
So closely round the spray?"
Twit-twit, twit-twit, twit-tweet!
That was all he would say.
"Why on the topmost bough do you get,
Little bird so gray?"
Twit-twit-twee! twit-twit-twit!
That was all he would say.
"Where is your mate? come, answer me,
Little bird so gray."
Twit-twit-twit! twit-twit-twee!
That was all he would say.