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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