On a tree by a river a little tomtit Sang Willow, titwillow, titwillow And I said to him, Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing Willow, titwillow, titwillow?
Is it weakness of intellect, birdie? I cried, Or a rather tough worm in your little inside? With a shake of his poor little head he replied, Oh, Willow, titwillow, titwillow!