I Saw a Little Birdie Fly

I saw a little Birdie fly,
Merrily piping came he;
"Whom d'ye sing to, Bird?" said I;
"Sing?--I sing to Amy!"

"Very sweet you sing," I said;
"Then," quoth he, "to pay me,
Give one little crumb of bread,
A little smile from Amy."

"Just," he sings, "one little smile;
O, a frown would slay me!
Thanks, and now I'm gone awhile,--
Fare-you-well, dear Amy!"