A little bird
The daughter of the house
Doesn't sluice salvers and spoons
But mop straws scattered on the marvel floor

A little bird
The friend of everyone
Doesn't create commotion inside
But keeps protracted vigilance at the window

A little bird
The staff of granny
Doesn't intone hoarse and dry nouns
But hymn her genteelness and generosity no end

A little bird
The beloved of all
Doesn't fly under the painting_roof
But sleeps soundly and alone in the backyard