Early one morn alone on a fence
A little birdie sat, his head bowed in suspense
He was dreaming of days when age was a myth
And horses was all the rage
Now big trolley cars and automobiles
Have taken the place of the horse
And everyday as the boy sings on the fence this way
You hear him sing in a voice so hoarse...
Nobody loves me, I know
Nobody cares for me, so
Since they moved all the race courses
The birdies have no place to go
What will the poor sparrow do
When there's nothing left for him to chew?
You can't get a meal from an automobile
That's what the bird sang to me
Nobody loves me, I know
Nobody cares for me, so
Since they moved all the race courses
The birdies have no place to go
What will the poor sparrow do
When there's nothing left for him to chew?
You can't get a meal from an automobile
That's what the bird sang to me

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