Long ago and far away
The thorn bird sang
For just one day.
Silent until a
thorn bush he found.
In that place he made
his majestic sound.
In the light of a sunny morn
He impaled himself upon a thorn.
His singing voice was sweet and clear
Bringing joy to all who hear.
Even in heaven way up high
It brought a tear to the masters eye.
When his singing stopped
The whole world cried.
As the lovely singer
faded and died.