Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,
The field-mouse is gone to her nest,
The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes,
And the bees and the birds are at rest.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,
The glow-worm is lighting his lamp,
The dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings
Will be wet with the close-clinging damp.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,
The fairy bells tinkle afar;
Make haste, or they'll catch ye, and harness ye fast,
With a cobweb, to Oberon's car.
Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away now
To your home in the old willow-tree,
Where your children so dear have invited the ant,
And a few cosy neighbours to tea.

There is some novelty and ingenuity in adapting the words and music of
songs for young singers. Love, war, and drinking songs are very well for
adults, but are out of time in the nursery or schoolroom; for these
predilections spring up quite early enough in the bosoms of mankind. We
should not forget the vignette lithographs to the little songs, which
are beautifully executed by Hullmandel. All beginners will do well to
see these songs, for we know many of the "larger growth" who are
_little_ singers.

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