Analysis of The Dinkey Bird

In an ocean, 'way out yonder,
   (As all sapient people know)
  Is the land of Wonder-Wander,
    Whither children love to go;
  It's their playing, romping, swinging,
    That give great joy to me
  While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing
    In the amfalula tree!
  There the gum-drops grow like cherries,
   And taffy's thick as peas--
 Caramels you pick like berries
   When, and where, and how you please;
 Big red sugar-plums are clinging
 To the cliffs beside that sea  
 Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
   In the amfalula tree!
 So when children shout and scamper
   And make merry all the day,
 When there's naught to put a damper
   To the ardor of their play;
 When I hear their laughter ringing,
   Then I'm sure as sure can be
 That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
   In the amfalula tree!
 For the Dinkey-Bird's bravuras
   And staccatos are so sweet--
 His roulades, appoggiaturas,
   And robustos so complete,
 That the youth of every nation--
   Be they near or far away--
  Have especial delectation
   In that gladsome roundelay.
 Their eyes grow bright and brighter,
   Their lungs begin to crow,
 Their hearts get light and lighter,
   And their cheeks are all aglow;
 For an echo cometh bringing
   The news to all and me,
  That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
   In the amfalula tree.
I'm sure you like to go there
  To see your feathered friend--
And so many goodies grow there
  You would like to comprehend!
Speed, little dreams, your winging
  To that land across the sea
 Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
  In the amfalula tree!