Sir Moses: the Pet Canary

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!