Little Birdie

Came a birdie a-flying,
On my shoulder did land,
In his beak was a letter,
Which he dropped in my hand.

Little birdie sat waiting,
While the letter I read,
Then I wrote down an answer;
To the birdie, I said:

Little birdie, fly back now,
Take this letter to Fred,
Tell him I've got the measles
So I must stay in bed!