Songbird

Songbird,

I’d love to be a song bird, sitting in a tree

High above the maddening crowds

Magnificent vistas I would see

Where the air is fresh and the sun is warm

I could spread my wings and be me

I would sing to my heart’s content

Some warbling song, or sweet melody

Flutter and puffer and prune myself clean

Ohhh ! blissfully happy I would be

To be able to fly high into the sky

With no restrictions, I’d be free