He do, he hop along A lonely bird upon a window there Hee, hee, there he blow A windy snow, he knew the snow I know the snow, a hoppy bird The antelope ride around the parasol Just to see if he's a man Enough to meet you in the sandpit On a flying kind of sighing in a meddlesome day You know the way - I see the flies She's a little kite, the sort You think you might like to fire And like a kite you get to see her Every night, you know the way She's only paving her way - Ektachrome plane - I see the flies Birdie Hop - he do, he hop along A lonely bird upon a window there Hee, hee, there he blow The windy snow, he know the snow A hoppy bird A camel woke up to a Polish dawn Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone He wouldn't like it Wouldn't have the strength to fight it I see the flies I'm the only bird, a little third I lost a quarter Had a yearning to be earning just a dollar a day And in a way you shouldn't like it, Ektachrome plane I see the flies