Be Like The Blue Bird

There’s an old Australian bush song
That Melba used to sing
A song that always cheered me when I was blue
Even Melba said this bush song
Was a helluva song to sing
So be quiet whilst I render it for you
When your instinct tells you that disaster
Is approaching you faster and faster
Then be like the bluebird and sing
«Tweet tweet, tra-la-la-la-la-la»
When you know you’re headed for the jailer
Don’t allow the old face to look paler
But be like the bluebird and sing
«Tweet tweet, tra-la-la-la-la-la»
Be like the bluebird, who never is blue
For he knows from his upbringing
What singing can do
And though by other birdies in the boughs he
May be told that his efforts are perfectly lousy
He sings on and on 'til his troubles are through
«Tweet tweet, tra-la-la-la-la-la»
Oh!