P rincess September, the daughter of the king of Siam, was very unhappy was weeping alone one day in her own room when she saw a little bird hay in. Then the little bird began to sing. He sang a beautiful song all about the lake the king's garden and the willow trees reflected in the still water When he has finished, the Princess was not crying any more. "That was a very nice song, the said. "Would you want me to live with you?" said the little bird
Princess September clapped her hands with delight. Then the little bird hoppes on to the end of the bed and sang her to sleep. When she awoke the next day the little bird was still sitting there, and as she opened her eyes he said good morning. She stretched out the first finger of her right hand so that it served as a perch.The little bird flew down and sat on it. Then she went through the palace and called on each of the princesses in turn. And for each of the princesses the little bird sang a different song.
The other princesses were jealous and visited September together. "Well, my dear," they said, "your little bird flies in and out just as he likes." They looked round the room. "Where is your bird now?" they said
"He's gone off to visit his home," said September. "And what makes you think he'll come back?" asked the princesses.
"He always does come back", said September.
"Well, my dear," said the princesses, "if you take our advice, pop him into the cage and keep him there."
"But I like to have him fly around the room", said the Princess.
"Safety first," said her sisters ominously.
They got up and walked out of the room, shaking their heads, and they left September very uneasy. It seemed to her that the little bird was away a long time and she could not think what he was doing. He might forget her, or he might take a fancy to someone else!