HOW THE BIRDS KNOW 



MY brother Tommy knows 'most everything 

 'Bout Russians and Japs, 'bout automobiles, 

 'Bout sailors and elephants, engines and wheels. 

 Why dogs never talk and cows cannot sing, 

 Yes, my brother Tommy knows everything ! 



Whenever I ask him how 'tis that he knows, 

 He stands right up straight and looks very 



wise, 

 Puts his hands in his pockets and rolls up his 



eyes, 



Then says, "A little bird told me, I 'spose", 

 Whenever I ask him how 'tis that he knows. 



This morning I saw twenty birds in a row 



On the telegraph line sitting still: 



They'll hear all the news why, of course they 



will 



And tell brother Tommy whatever they know 

 These twenty small sparrows that sat in a row. 



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