Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird [bad word] In her own special way to the people she calls, [bad word]  buy my bags full of [bad [bad word] feed the little birds, show them you care

And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you"

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares

Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"

"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag"