A little bird went to a tailor and ordered a little, woolen coat from him. The tailor measured the bird and agreed with him to have it ready for him in three days. Then the bird went to a hatter and ordered a little hat. The hatter promised to have the hat ready in three days, as the tailor also had done. At last the little bird went to a shoemaker. The shoemaker measured the feet of the little bird and said the shoes would be ready on the third day.
When the appointed time came, the bird went to the tailor. The tailor had the little woollen coat ready. The bird said to him: "Put it on my little bill, and I will pay you."
The tailor did, but instead of paying him, the little rogue flew away. He played the same trick with the hatter, and then the shoemaker.
Then the little bird dressed himself in the new things and went to the king's garden. There he placed himself on a tree branch right outside the banqueting room. While the king was dining, the bird sang:
In my little woolen coat I am as fine
The bird sang and sang again his song so many times that the king got angry and ordered it to be caught and caged, and then brought before him. This was done. When caged, little bird saw the angry king sitting in front of his cage, he began to shout left and right and flap its wings until the doctors of the king told him that he could catch a draught from all the flapping. One of them opened the cage to take the coat and hat and shoes away from the basking bird for a little. But when the cage door was opened the coatless bird flew out of the cage and into the garden again. There it rubbed itself with some glue and asked other birds to give it a little feather. Each did so, and since the feathers were of a different colour, the little bird ended up with having as many colours as the rainbow. He thought that as long as the glue lasted he was even prettier than when he wore had a coat, hat and shoes on.
Then he went and fluttered about the tree that was right in front of the king's balcony, singing lustily:
Did the people see what happened to me?
The king disliked it and called: "Catch that bird!" But the little bird was now forewarned, and flew far away from there until at last he found a good branch to perch on.
[Retold from Lee]