IN THE WILD WILD-WOODS TO-DAY
Away—far away—in the wild wild-woods to-day!
Underneath the spreading, cool, green boughs sitting,
Nesting birds above us flitting,
Seem to sing—seem to say:
“Mortals sad, be good, be good—be glad—be gay!”
Little hearts full of glee,
Happy as happy can be;
In the wavy bushes seen,
In the tall, tufted tree-tops between,
Singing, singing merrily,
Singing, singing—seem to say:
“Mortals sad, be good, be good—be glad to-day!”