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(chuckle) Old red-capped drummer in the hickory tree
Tapping out a rhythm just for you and me
Knocking on the bark till the splinters start to fly
He's the loudest builder underneath the summer sky
Oh, the woodpecker's keeping up a steady beat
While the bluejay's shouting down on Maple Street
And the cardinal's singing in his coat of cherry red
Just a three-part choir
high above my head (yeah,
high above my head)
Now Bluejay is the sheriff of this patch of pines
Screaming at the squirrels,
walking boundary lines
In his bright blue uniform,
looking for a fight But he's just a feathered talker with a
coat of sky and white
Oh, the woodpecker's keeping up a steady beat
While the bluejay's shouting down on Maple Street And the cardinal's singing
in his coat of cherry red
Just a three-part choir
high above my head
And that quiet cardinal sits on the garden gate
Whistling a sweet tune,
looking for his mate No need to scream,
no need to knock or shout He just lets a little drop
of scarlet music out
Oh, the woodpecker's keeping up a steady beat
While the bluejay's shouting down on Maple Street
And the cardinal's singing in his coat of cherry red Just a
three-part choir
high above my head (yeah,
high above my head)
Just a three-part choir...
High above my head