Eugene Field

The Dinkey Bird

In an ocean, 'way out yonder,
  (As all sapient people know)
 Is the land of Wonder-Wander,
   Whither children love to go;
 It’s their playing, romping, swinging,
   That give great joy to me
 While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing
   In the amfalula tree!
 There the gum-drops grow like cherries,
  And taffy’s thick as peas—
Caramels you pick like berries
  When, and where, and how you please;
Big red sugar-plums are clinging
To the cliffs beside that sea
Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree!
So when children shout and scamper
  And make merry all the day,
When there’s naught to put a damper
  To the ardor of their play;
When I hear their laughter ringing,
  Then I’m sure as sure can be
That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree!
For the Dinkey-Bird’s bravuras
  And staccatos are so sweet—
His roulades, appoggiaturas,
  And robustos so complete,
That the youth of every nation—
  Be they near or far away—
 Have especial delectation
  In that gladsome roundelay.
Their eyes grow bright and brighter,
  Their lungs begin to crow,
Their hearts get light and lighter,
  And their cheeks are all aglow;
For an echo cometh bringing
  The news to all and me,
 That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree.
I’m sure you like to go there
 To see your feathered friend—
And so many goodies grow there
 You would like to comprehend!
Speed, little dreams, your winging
 To that land across the sea
Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
 In the amfalula tree!
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