The Bronx Bird Watcher — текст песни (Sherman Allan)

+The Bronx Bird Watcher
On a branch of a tree sat a little tomtit,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
An uncomfortable place for a boidie to sit,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
So I said to him, Boidie, why don`t you go way?
He said, Thenks very much, but I`m planning to stay.
I`m gung sit on that branch for the rest of the day,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
So I said to him, Boidie, you look so distraught.
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
You gonna be glad when you`ll see what I brought.
A pillow, a pillow, a pillow.
I said, Boidie, your pardon I humbly would beg.
Put this comfortable pillow right under your leg.
He said, Leave me alone while I`m laying an egg.
Uh willow, tit willow, tit willow.
That night by the light of a matzoh ball moon,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
That boidie was singing the same catchy tune.
Willow, tit willow, tit willow.
And I came, and I took him right down from his branch,
And I brought him back home to mine split-level ranch,
And I said to my wife, Here`s a gift for you, Blanche.
He sings `willow, tit willow, tit willow.`
Next morning I got up and went to the shop,
Singing willow, tit willow, tit willow.
That tune was so catchy, it just wouldn`t stop.
Willow willow willow titty willow willow willow
titty willow willow willow willow.
That night I said, Blanche, how`s the bird? She said, Well,
The boid was delicious, it tasted just swell.
But as I fricaseed him, he gave out a yell:
`Oi willow, tit willow, tit willow.`