Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By EugeneField1040 The Dinkey-Bird
I
(As all sapient people know,)
Is the land of Wonder-wander,
Whither children love to go:
It ’s their playing, romping, swinging,
That give great joy to me
While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing
In the amfalula tree!
And taffy’s thick as peas,—
Caramels you pick like berries
When, and where, and how you please;
Big red sugar-plums are clinging
To the cliffs beside that sea
Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree.
And make merry all the day,
When there ’s naught to put a damper
To the ardor of their play;
When I hear their laughter ringing,
Then I ’m sure as sure can be
That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree.
And staccatos are so sweet,—
His roulades, appoggiaturas,
And robustos so complete,
That the youth of every nation—
Be they near or far away—
Have especial delectation
In that gladsome roundelay.
Their lungs begin to crow,
Their hearts get light and lighter,
And their cheeks are all aglow;
For an echo cometh bringing
The news to all and me,
That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree.
To see your feathered friend,—
And so many goodies grow there
You would like to comprehend!
Speed, little dreams, your winging
To that land across the sea
Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree!