Little Bird
Why do you want to fly little bird, fly?
Please don’t cry little bird, cry.
You rush thru life just to die little bird, die,
And never stop to ask why little bird, why.
Why don’t you stop and sing little bird, sing?
It’s not that hard of a thing little bird, thing.
Stop and see what the day will bring little bird, bring,
And let your sweet song ring little bird, ring.
4/28/18
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