A Little Birdie Told Me So

A Little Birdie Told Me So

music by Richard Rodgers
lyric by Lorenz Hart

Mother said, "My darling, if you're going to New York, I must tell you of the mysteries of life.
To towns like that, a little friendly visit from the stork is rather awkward if you're not a wife!
Although he's not invited, he'll always be delighted to fly in on a weekend.
Where will that fellow's cheek end?"
But I replied, "I know just what to do, dear, while I roam---
I'll simply tell the stork I'm not at home."

How did I come to know which way the wind would blow?
A little birdie told me so!
A little word called 'yes' can make an awful mess.
The answer to "Giddap" is "Whoa."

Don't pity mother Eve, her weakness was detestable,
And soon she learned forbidden fruit was indigestable!
But how did I find out what it was all about?
A little birdie told me so!

When a handsome stranger says, "I think we've met before,"
There's more than conversation on his mind.
When he says, "Our souls should meet," just show him to the door!
For the meeting that he means is not refined!
He'll say his love is mental, and very transcendental.
His talk will soon get boorish, and very ostermoorish.
He will use poetic words that no one understands, and illustrate the meaning with his hands...

How did I come to know which way the wind would blow?
A little birdie told me so!
So look before you leap---the narrow path is steep.
One little push and down you go!
Of very pure young girls I wouldn't say there's none that's left!
But purest driven snow will sometimes drift, you know.
A little birdie told me so!