VALENTINE'S DAY

By Charles Kingsley

Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,

Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;

I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,

And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.

I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,

And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;

And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,

With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.