Slipping through the wooded trails,
Hearing tales of a day’s delight;
Watching wild as green leaves flail
With birds that flee my field of sight.
“Whistle me a melody
Made in flights of careless joy;
Whistle once again in glee
And bring me back to be a boy.”
“Stay awhile in sweet-said song,
Share these lullabies with me;
Tunes that carry me along
Beneath the willow trees.”
Far away the bluebird flew,
Places I could never see;
Back to home I followed through,
This song a moment’s memory.