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 hell of a song to sing,
So be quiet whilst I render it for you,
When you're instict 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 bows he,
May be told that his efforts are perfectly lousy,
He sings on and on, 'till his troubles are through,
Tweet tweet, Tra la la la la laaa!