第8章 THE DINKEY BIRD

In an ocean, 'way out yonder (As all sapient people know), Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go;

It's their playing, romping, swinging, That give great joy to me While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing In the amfalula tree!

There the gum-drops grow like cherries, And taffy's thick as peas - Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please;

Big red sugar-plums are clinging To the cliffs beside that sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree.

So when children shout and scamper And make merry all the day, When there's naught to put a damper To the ardor of their play;

When I hear their laughter ringing, Then I'm sure as sure can be That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree.

For the Dinkey-Bird's bravuras And staccatos are so sweet - His roulades, appoggiaturas, And robustos so complete, That the youth of every nation - Be they near or far away - Have especial delectation In that gladsome roundelay.

Their eyes grow bright and brighter, Their lungs begin to crow, Their hearts get light and lighter, And their cheeks are all aglow;

For an echo cometh bringing The news to all and me, That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree.

I'm sure you like to go there To see your feathered friend - And so many goodies grow there You would like to comprehend!

Speed, little dreams, your winging To that land across the sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree!