A little bird sat upon my window sill
And swayed and swung in the morning breeze,
And this is the song, this is the song,

The song that he sang to me:
"Oh, what would we do, what would we do
If there were no trees?

Oh, what would we do, what would we do
If there were no trees?"
"Oh, tell me where would we build our pretty nests,

And where would we cradle our baby brood,
If never a tree, never a tree,
Throughout our fine country stood.

Oh, what would we do, what would we do
If there were no trees?
Oh, what would we do, what would we do

If there were no trees?"
"Within the bark upon our sturdy trees
We find the food that we like to eat,

And sheltering leaves, sheltering leaves,
Protect from the sun's fierce heat.
Oh, what would we do, what would we do

If there were no trees?
Oh, what would we do, what would we do
If there were no trees?"

"You little children, all you boys and girls,
Who love the birds and want them to stay,
Oh, plant many trees, plant many trees,

On this sunny Arbor Day.
For what would we do, what would we do
If there were no trees?

Oh, what would we do, what would we do
If there were no trees?"