The Dinkey Bird

In an ocean, 'way out yonder     (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!     There the gum-drops grow like cherries,     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.     So when children shout and scamper     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.     For the Dinkey-Bird's bravuras     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 eyes grow bright and brighter,     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.     I'm sure you like to go there     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!