I did know
A pritty girl
whom had wings
not like an angel
they did not spring from her back
like most do
But I like her dance of words
even if her wings are below

I am a songless bird in vibrant colours. Raspy, breathy sounds at best.
If I could, I would gladly lull you with melodious renderings.

Sorry Princes, the bird that does not sing
but is good.