How does it feel to be so free?
What is it like to fly?
You relax in a tree
Then soar through the sky.

However, you can be clumsy.
You've crashed into my house.
What a dummy!
Shouldn't you be in a birdhouse?

You always sing to me
Whether it be a good or bad day.
Your tone always brings happiness and glee.
What more can I say?

Oh but one more thing.
You are full of color and rhythm.
You fly, fall, and sing.
How do you get so much freedom?