A little bird there on the wing
His pretty song did choose to sing
The notes did travel on the air
To lend the hour a special flair,
Oh how I wish that I could be
So like that bird, joyous and free !
A little bird there on the wing
His pretty song did choose to sing
The notes did travel on the air
To lend the hour a special flair,
Oh how I wish that I could be
So like that bird, joyous and free !
© Claire V. Bogdanos and Clairebogdanos.net 2013.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Claire V. Bogdanos and Clairebogdanos.net with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.