Tinfang Warble O the hoot! O the hoot! How he trillups on his flute! O the hoot of Tinfang Warble! Dancing all alone, Hopping on a stone, Flitting like a fawn, In the twilight on the lawn, And his name is Tinfang Warble! The first star has shown And its lamp is blown to a flame of flickering blue. He pipes not to me, He pipes not to thee, He whistles for none of you. His music is his own, The tunes of Tinfang Warble! In
