Like a bird.

Noise, by Pooh

Oh, the butterflies are flying, Now the winter days are dying, And the primroses are trying To be seen.

And the turtle-doves are cooing, And the woods are up and doing, For the violets are blue-ing In the green.

Oh, the honey-bees are gumming On their little wings, and humming That the summer, which is coming, Will be fun.