I sit outside and ponder
What a life it must be
For that little bird up there
Perched high up in that tree

I would fly so high
To float with the sun and stars
So I could enjoy a view far greater
Than that of any of ours

I’d abandon all my problems
Totally lose them in flight
Then sing songs of happiness
With all the lovebirds in sight

I’d think little birdy thoughts
Of worms and nests and things
And I wouldn’t think of bills or my job
Nor my reputation or fancy diamond rings

Catfights would be another story
An otherwise life without any worry
No stress, no hustle-bustle, or hurry
I’d lose myself in birdy-ness and all its glory

I’d wake up the sun
And flutter joyously in play
Then that big yellow ball
Would put me to bed at the end of the day