Children’s carols aren’t obliged to make any kind of sense, but I always imagined it as an aristocratic lady with a huge country manor getting lovebombed with outrageous gifts from her suitor, just because he can.
Endless birds is less annoying when you can be like:
claps hands “Sebastian, put these in the dovecote with the others, would you please?”
“Certainly ma’am.”













Hell yea