Willow, Tit-Willow

Willow, Tit-Willow - Martyn Green

On a tree by a river a little tom tit

Sang willow titwillow titwillow

And I said to him dicky bird

Why do you sit

Singing 'willow titwillow titwillow'

Is it weakness of intellect

Birdie I cried

Or a rather tough worm in

Your little inside

With a shake of his poor

Little head he replied

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

He slapped at his chest

As he sat on that bough

Singing willow titwillow titwillow

And a cold perspiration

Bespangled his brow

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

He sobbed and he sighed

And a gurgle he gave

Then he plunged himself

Into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from

The suicide's grave

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

Now I feel just as sure as

I'm sure that my name

Isn't willow titwillow titwillow

That 'twas blighted affection

That made him exclaim

Oh willow titwillow titwillow

And if you remain callous

And obdurate I

Shall perish as he did and

You will know why

Though I probably shall

Not exclaim as I die

Oh willow titwillow titwillow