Long ago,
(How long ago I really don’t know;)
A kingfisher lived in a valley of green,
The finest kingfisher that ever was seen--
In that little green valley I know.
Silent and slow
All in a row, buttercups grow.
One day the kingfisher selected his queen,
And the bride wore a costume of purple and green
’Neath the willows that stand in a row.
Heigho!
(As the years go, still the streams flow)
The whole of this summer they haven’t been seen,
And a wood-pecker reigns in that valley serene.
Where they’ve gone to I really don’t know.