Cui-cui-cui-cui-cui….cui-cui !
If the birds were mine I’d tell them when to sing
I’d make them sing a sonnet when your telephone would ring
I would put them there inside the square whenever you went out
So there’d always be sweet music whenever you’d walk about
If the birds were mine I tell you what I’d do
I’d teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you
I’d teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you
Cui-cui-cui-cui-cui….cui-cui !
