Molly Drake Little Weaver Bird
Little weaver bird, sitting sadly in the tree
Take my good advice and forget your misery
Your tears are all in vain and regret can be absurd
Little weaver bird, get weaving
The year is going by, and the season's getting on
Don't you think it's time to build yourself a home?
She blinked her brilliant eye, I don't even think she heard
Little weaver bird, get weaving
Your children will arrive, and expect a downy bed
For everything alive needs a place to lay its head
She looked at me and sighed, but she never said a word
Little weaver bird, get weaving
Oh, I can sympathize with a heart that is distressed
But every bird who's wise will build herself a nest
She looked at me and sighed, then a miracle occurred:
The little weaver bird got weaving
