(Sing)
My dad leaned this when he was a little boy and he use to sing it to me when I was little. I inturn sang it to my children when they were little and now my children sing it to there children it went like this.

There came to my window one morning in spring
A sweet little bird and he came there to sing
The song that he sang was prettier by far
Then ever was heard on a flute or guitar

And just as he finished his beautiful song
A thoughtless young man with a gun came along
He killed and he carried my birdie away
And he no more will sing at the dawn of the day

(Spoken)
I'd rather be a dog or a cat
Or the meanest kind of rat
Than to be a man with a gun
And shoot a birdie just for fun.