As I pulled up my windowblind
To welcome God’s bright warm sunshine
A little bird chirped in so gay
As if to wish me happy day
I laughed at him and tapped the glass
He glanced at me and then flew passed.
This little bird knows paradise
He nests and sings and when he dies
Where e’er he bides woodland or farm,
He leaves no mess and does no harm
His world about will carry on
The job he does is soon passed on !