Canary

The canary that forgot his song
Shall I abandon him in the mountains?
Oh no, oh no, you mustn’t do that

The canary that forgot his song
Shall I bury him in the small bush out back?
Oh no, oh no, you mustn’t do that

The canary that forgot his song
Shall I whip him with a branch from the willow tree?
Oh no, oh no, that’s just too cruel

The canary that forgot his song, if we float him out to sea on a moonlit night
In an ivory boat with golden oars, then he will remember the song he forgot