Fly, little bird fly.
Beat your wings till locked in thermals.
Over hills and dales, mountains and lakes you go
What contentment and leisure you show.
Your home is but a simple nest,
In the nook of a tree set in nature's form
As the autumn leaves begin to fall,
Softly the day draws to a sunset close,
Your world's black outline is exposed.
I look at your magnificent world,
I wish too that i could chase and lark,
Spin and circle in the fresh, crisp air,
Knowing that I must now retire,
For the dark, unknown night draws nigher.
Day, sun, light please do not go,
Bring back your orange and yellow streaks!
Brighten up the sky so that I
With my fellow friends and family,
May be heroes riding in the sky, oh so heavenly.
But no, mother nature must play the cards,
Night duties are my next task.
Not a large meal for me, a worm or two is plenty.
The wind intercedes between my warm coat.
Now to my warm, snug bed i go, take note.
Oh, little bird up in the sky or nest
Wherever you may be,
Look down, down, right down at little me.
I admire your simple life,
How I wish I were part of it.
How I wish I could spread my wings and fly
To fill the heavens with my sweet voice.
To rest between the autumn leaves
And to start a new life between the eaves.
Softly, elegantly to my cove i resign.
Oh, this is such leisure time.