• Little Bird flying high,
    zooming high above the sky,
    I wonder what marvels you see,
    as you're gazing down in me.

    Little Bird is it fun,
    to fly around the blazing sun?
    Or would you prefer with all your might,
    to roam around the moonlit night?

    Little Bird can you hear,
    all the noises in your ear?
    How you would love to sing,
    for every person and every thing.

    Little Bird fast you are.
    Faster than a speeding car.
    Maybe one day little me,
    could fly with you. How would that be?