The Weavers — À la volette

Once there was a swallow And her birdies three Birdies three, a la volette And her birdie three They were all so eager To be on their own On their own, a la volette To be on their own Said the anxious mother "You can barely fly" Barely fly, a la volette You can barely fly But they would not listen And they flew away Flew away, a la volette And they flew away To the woods they wandered Singing merrily Merrily, a la volette Singing merrily A hungry fox was waiting And he gobbled them up Gobbled them up, a la volette And he gobbled them up Said the angry mother "I told you so" Told you so, a la volette Said "I told you so" It's a very sad story And I think I'll cry Think I'll cry, a la volette And I think I'll cry