A small bird hops close, is greeted politely, then flies off before the introduction is even finished. A neat little poem about the ordinary disappointment of trying to make friends with a bird.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, "Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?"
And was going to the window
To say, "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition