And why did you die, little friend, little bird?
Did your heart truly burst with the joys you
Were you flying too far and too fast little one
So gracefully fleet and so bright on the wing?
(your breast, once so red is now dingy with clay
your legs - ah, so tiny - are stiff as two sticks)
The people will miss you each dawning of day
A-carrolling well your sweet vocal tricks
Your spirit went out at the coming of even'
Your singing no longer can echo our sky
Oh, deeply I hope there are birdies in heaven
(if not, I'll be lonely, in truth, when I die)
And now you are soaring afar, little thing
And have passed from our ken to a different place
But there I'll expect to see your bright wing
That you'll greet me anew with your rollicking