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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!