When the little Bluebird
Who has never said a word,
Starts to sing "Spring, spring;"
When the little Bluebell,
In the bottom of the dell,
Starts to ring: "Ding, ding;"
When the little blue clerk,
In the middle of his work,
Starts a tune to the moon up above,—
It is nature, that's all,
Simply telling us to fall in love.

And that's why
Chinks do it, Japs do it,
Up in Lapland little laps do it,
Let's do it, Let's fall in love.
In Spain, the best upper sets to do it,
Lithuanians and Letts do it,
Let's do it, Let's fall in love. The Dutch in Old Amsterdam do it,
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it,
Think of Siamese twins. Some Argentines without means do it,
People say, in Boston, even beans do it,
Let's do it, Let's fall in love.

Romantic
Sponges, they say, do it,
Oysters, down in Oyster Bay, do it,
Let's do it, Let's fall in love.
Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it,
Even lazy Jelly fish do it,
Let's do it, Let's fall in love. Electric eels, I might add, do it,
Though it shocks 'em, I know.
Why ask if shad do it,
Waiter, bring me shad roe. In shallow shoals, English soles do it,
Goldfish, in the privacy of bowls, do it,
Let's do it, Let's fall in love.