The canaray who forgot his song,
shall we cast him off on the mountain?
No, no, let’s not do that
The canary who forgot his song,
shall we bury him in the grove by th back door?
No, no, Let’s not do that
The canary who forgot his song,
shall we hit him with a willow sprig?
No, no, that’s too cruel
But in a ship of ivory, with silver oars
floating in the moonlight sea,
the canary who forgot his song
will remember the song he had forgot
