Bird, small and happy and care free,
Sing a little song to me;
Sing of all you know and love,
Of sorrow-free days soaring above;
Sing of your happiness and then
Sing it o'er and o'er again;
You're freer by far than I'll ever know
And you never worry about life's undertow.
Your song now is done,
And you fly away
Come bless me, free one,
Again, soon, some day.
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