Don’t whisper dearest darling out in the garden’s peace
I know the catbird’s calling you to some sweet profound release
the sun’s tapping on lilly’d bed and kissing all the roses
the moon will come tonight, I’m sure, let’s see what he discloses
Don’t whisper when the cat-bird calls, the danger is too great
Scream and fight and filibuster – break the legs of fate

Don’t sing for the taste of madness or raucous sanity
I know the catbird’s begging still from high atop a tree
a yowling yawp of vacant need, a bilious bopping bray
the catbird is a calling love, I can’t tell what he might say
but every word he shares with us is likely just a lie
believe in me, my darling dear, we’ll get through if we can sigh

So please Don’t dance the catbird song, the beat is nearly hell
find your feet and take a seat, in the garden we love so well