Tit-Willow

On a tree by a river a little tom-tit

Sang willow titwillow titwillow

And I said to him Dicky-bird why do you sit

Singing willow titwillow titwillow

Is it weakness of intellect birdie I cried

Or a rather tough worm in your little inside

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

He slapped at his chest as he sat on that bough

Singing willow titwillow titwillow

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

He sobbed and he sighed and a gurgle he gave

Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide's grave

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name

Isn't willow titwillow titwillow

That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

And if you remain callous and obdurate I

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die

Oh willow titwillow titwillow