Living

Wake Up, Birdie!

by Mary Mapes Dodge 1831–1905

From Rhymes and Jingles (1875)

Living

Birdie with the folded wing,
Shall we never hear you sing?
Sleepy birdie, wake up quick!
Pretty birdie, are you sick?
Birdie, birdie! are you dead?
Birdie, birdie! lift your head!
Lift your head, and show your beak.
Naughty birdie! won't you speak?
Here is water for your cup;
Here is sugar--eat it up:
Here is sunshine warm and bright--
Now he sings with all his might!

MLA

Dodge, Mary Mapes. “Wake Up, Birdie!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dodge_mm/54/.

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