The Lark and the Dove not often meet.
And both their lovely songs are sweet.
But one spring morning when they.
Find they cross on path and way.

When they were young they were both told.
That other species young and old.
Were not the type to find a friend.
For bad will always be the end.

But these two birds, innocent and new.
Did not believe this lesson through.
And eye to eye the birds both saw.
And altogether forgot the law.

And into the sunshine they both play.
And live their song-sweet lives away.
They did not know as they flew into the sun.
A life-long friendship just begun.