Morning! Good Morning! the sun is adorning
Your palace of wattle,
Moses, my Moses, so lightly uncloses
Your musical throttle!
Tumble, up-tumble! heigho, what a jumble
Of quavers & quivers!
Merrily, merrily, tossed, as if verily
Blown into shivers!
Splashing & splashing, you do your own warbling
You comical shiver;
Feather by feather, & now all together
You plunge in the laves!
Twitter & twitter! now, hop & flitter
And flirt, little Moses!
Quicker & quicker, with feathers that flicker
Like petals of roses.
Gayer & gayer than any flute-player,
O, winge’d Magician,
Giving & giving ‘s the soul of your living,
My merry musician!
It bubbles & bubbles, runs over & doubles, –
The melody in you, –
Ever & ever with fruitless endeavor
We try to out-din you!
Higher & higher, your numbers aspire,
If ever you fancy
Our clamor a clamor of Babel’s Trip-hammer
Intended to daunt you.
Shriller & shriller the notes of your bill are!
Returning our whistle tender,
Faster & faster, till owning you Master
We laugh & surrender!
Hurried & hurried, no fluttered & flurried
You finical piper,
We fancy you fancy the very last chance ye
May get you must try for!
No prison is prison to you who have risen
To Harmony’s heaven,
Deeper & deeper to roar away, steeper
Than wing was e’er driven.
Moses, my Moses, now fold up your toes as
A good mimi-kin does!
Sleeping & keeping, till Phoebus comes peeping
Aslant through the windows!
Spreading & spreading, you tuck up your head in
Your feather-ball hollowed,
Thinking & thinking to slumber you’re sinking
Too big to be swallowed!
