Put another log on the fire   Push another nest from its tree   Sing a happy song for a melancholy choir   Before you fly back home for tea      And as you pass, the oak trees sigh,   And Peter Rabbit's doing fine   Oh, Mrs. McGregor, please don't put me in your pie,   I swear that I'll try harder next time      Bad news from the treetops   All your friends flew away   When they saw the writing on the kitchen wall    Said magpie pie today      On a nothing afternoon that always ends too soon      An aching heart as sundown    Heralds the Sunday blues   And with the woodsmoke from the chimneytops    I'll fly away with the Sunday news