Come Out and Play
I look out my window and what do I see
All kinds of birds sitting in a tree
They squawk and they chirp
Come out, come out, come out and play
You are missing such a beautiful day
Longing fills my heart so
Thinking and wishing that I could go
Fly through the air with not a care
Be a bird with them out there
But alas this is not to be
I can not fly like the birds in the trees
So I sit and I watch the birds at play
Dreaming that someday I just may
Go dancing in the wind, twirling in a spin
Soaring here and there going everywhere
The birds will laugh and chuckle
To see this wonderers sight
A human who can fly just like a kite
I answered their plea to come out to play
We all had such a wonderful day
Copyright © Cheryl Macdonald | Year Posted 2005
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