There’s a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.
“He’s singing to me! He’s singing to me!”
And what does he say, little girl, little boy?
“Oh, the world’s running over with joy!
Don’t you hear? Don’t you see?
Hush! Look! In my tree,
I’m as happy as happy can be!”
(The Brown Thrush Poem - Lucy Larcom)