Last night I had a dream
About a glorious silver bird
It bobbed and weaved on the air
And not a sound could be heard

I watched it fly to the south
To the north to the east and the west
Never did it stray from its path
It just knew which way was best

It flew over deserts and oceans
It bathed in the salt of the seas
It circled the forest of Sherwood
Then stopped for a breather in the trees

It was free and it was happy
As the clouds engulfed its feathers
Over the beautiful scenic woodlands
It danced among the wild heathers

Then I awoke rather unexpectedly
To a noise on my window pane
On the ledge outside was a sight to behold
It was the silver bird singing in the rain