My Button and Me.

My button is missing, my button is gone

From my shirt it was taken by a singer of song.

He was red and yellow and he flew through the air

I've looked for him here and there and everywhere.

But alas, there it is, in the tree up above

In the nest of a wren or a sparrow or dove.

I will climb that tree with all my might

I will climb that tree if it takes all night.

My button, my friend, in the palm of my hand

Upon this old shirt of mine you will look so grand.

I wonder "where is the bird who took you from me?"

Is he here or there, oh where could he be?

Let us descend from this tree to the grass down below

That is where the flowers and grass and other things grow.

With needle and thread, once again it will be

My button, my button, my button and me.