A First Series of Hymns and Songs/Descriptive Songs/Little Flutt'rer, swiftly flying
40. Little Flutt'rer, swiftly flying.
Little flutt'rer, swiftly flying,
There is none to harm thee near:
Kite not hawk nor schoolboy prying,
Little flutt'rer, cease to fear.
One who would protect thee ever
From the schoolboy, kite, or hawk,
Musing now comes near, but never
Dreamt of plunder in his walk.
May no cuckoo wand'ring near thee
Lay her egg within thy neat;
Nor thy young ones, born to cheer thee,
Be destroy'd by such a guest.
Little flutt'rer, swiftly flying,
There is none to harm thee near;
Kite nor hawk nor schoolboy prying,
Little flutt'rer, cease to fear.