Put another log on the fire
Push another nest from its tree
Sing a happy song for a melancholy choir
Before you fly back home for tea

And as you pass, the oak trees sigh,
And Peter Rabbit's doing fine
Oh, Mrs. McGregor, please don't put me in your pie,
I swear that I'll try harder next time

Bad news from the treetops
All your friends flew away
When they saw the writing on the kitchen wall
Said magpie pie today

On a nothing afternoon that always ends too soon

An aching heart as sundown
Heralds the Sunday blues
And with the woodsmoke from the chimneytops
I'll fly away with the Sunday news

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