Original Voices from the Past

The Little Bird of the Junior Class

There’s a little bird sits in a big pepper tree;
  And he whistles and sings, he whistles and sings,
“You'd better look out for me, for me, 
You'd better look out for me.

“There’s a path that runs under my big pepper tree,
  And I see in the dark, I see in the dark:
You'd better look out for me, for me, 
You'd better look out for me.

“There’s a pair that strolls under my big pepper tree;
  But they always forget, they always forget,
They'd better look out for me, for me,
They'd better look out for me.

“There’s a lass that stands under my big pepper tree,
  And she talks to herself, she talks to herself.
She's really talking to me, to me,
She's really talking to me.

“There’s a laddie sits up in my big pepper tree,
  And he scribbles a name, he scribbles a name.
He'd better look out for me, for me,
He'd better look out for me.

“Should a tale ever come from my big pepper tree,
  You must not be angry, you must not be mad.
You should have looked out for me, for me,
You should have looked out for me.”