Pretty pretty little bird
Sweetest thing you ever heard
Sings her song to me each day
Merry month of May

Sitting in the apple tree
Where she always likes to be
In the night she goes away
Then back again next day

CHORUS
Pretty little, pretty little
Pretty little bird won't you
Sing me your song sing the one that I've heard o please
Pretty little, pretty little,
Pretty little little bird won't you
Sing me your song, sing the one that I've heard

Sun arises in the morn
Another day another dawn
Hear the early morning song
Hear it loud and strong

Sighing of a gentle breeze
Leaves that rustle in the trees
The beauty of another day
And all that I can say is

CHORUS (repeated as a round)
Pretty little, pretty little
Pretty little bird won't you
Sing me your song sing the one that I've heard o please