A careless, simple bird, one day
Flutt'ring in Flora's bowers,
Fell in a cruel trap, which lay
All hid among the flowers,
Forsooth, the pretty, harmless flowers.
The spring was closed; poor, silly soul,
He knew not what to do,
Till, squeezing through a tiny hole,
At length away he flew,
Unhurt--at length away he flew.
And now from every fond regret
And idle anguish free,
He, singing, says, "You need not set
Another trap for me,
False girl! another trap for me."