Sitting here this evening
I'm wishing I were a bird
And all my chirping songs
Would around the world be heard.
I could use my very special wings
To soar so far and high
I would fly above the tallest trees
And head toward the sky.
I wouldn't stay up for very long
That wouldn't be my style
I'd stop along my journey
And visit feeders for awhile.
So, keep the feeders full of seeds
For one day out of the blue
When I need to stop and rest a bit
I might come and visit you.
