Sing for your supper, and you'll get breakfast;
Songbirds always eat,
If their song is sweet to hear.
Sing for your luncheon, and you'll get dinner
Dine with wine of choice,
If romance is in your voice.
I heard from wise canary,
Trilling makes a fellow willing;
So, little swallow, swallow, now
Now is the time to
Sing for your supper, and you'll get breakfast.
Songbirds are not dumb;
They never buy a crumb of bread,
It is said…
So sing, and you'll be fed, oh yeah,
Just sing and you'll be fed.