I've pleasant rooms to rent, you've heard?
Well, step inside, dear Mr. Bird;
I'll take you up and let you see
The rooms in my apartment tree;
And, Mrs. Bird, does this please you?—
I think you'll find no better view
Around, nor any rooms so high—
Such windows facing on the sky!
You'll take the rooms at once, you say?
Well, Mr. Bird, how will you pay?
"A hundred little songs a day!"
And so my tree is rented now;
A nest is swinging from each bough;
And I grow richer listening
To all the songs my tenants sing.