A little bird from the sky.
Clips its wings, and cannot fly.
Eating bugs from the ground.
Gains weight, and cannot fly.
A little bird from the sky.
Forgets how to fly, as time goes by.
A little voice from inside.
It’s not safe here you must fly.
A cat it plays here, the fox, does come here.
And an owl swoops down here.
Leave the bugs for a while.
And fly again. into the big blue sky.
But! cries the little bird.
It takes no effort, eating bugs on the ground.
A little voice from inside, louder now with its demands.
The ground, it is your prison.
Wings they hold the key.
Fly and you will be free.
The ground was not -ment for thee.