Little birds Little birds Oh, no one sings as sweetly as you do Flutter and fly My pretty feathered pair And hide your rage Inside your cage They clip your wings They pull your strings And still you sow desires to sing Oh, no one sings as sweetly as you do Oh, no one sings as sweetly as you do No, no one sings as sweetly as you do Way up high, way up high Way up high, way up high Way up high, way up high Way up high