He do, he hop along
A lonely bird upon a window there
Hee, hee, there he blow
A windy snow, he knew the snow
I know the snow, a hoppy bird

The antelope ride around the parasol
Just to see if he's a man
Enough to meet you in the sandpit
On a flying kind of sighing in a meddlesome day
You know the way - I see the flies

She's a little kite, the sort
You think you might like to fire
And like a kite you get to see her
Every night, you know the way
She's only paving her way -
Ektachrome plane - I see the flies

Birdie Hop - he do, he hop along
A lonely bird upon a window there
Hee, hee, there he blow
The windy snow, he know the snow
A hoppy bird

A camel woke up to a Polish dawn
Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone
He wouldn't like it
Wouldn't have the strength to fight it
I see the flies

I'm the only bird, a little third
I lost a quarter
Had a yearning to be earning just a dollar a day
And in a way you shouldn't like it, Ektachrome plane
I see the flies