As I sit here this evening,
I wish I were a bird,
And all my chirping songs,
Would around the world be heard.

I could use my very special wings,
To soar so far and high;
I would fly above the tallest trees,
And head toward the sky.

I wouldn’t stay up very long,
That wouldn’t be my style,
I’d stop along my journey,
And visit feeders for awhile.

So, keep the feeders full of seeds,
For one day out of the blue,
When I need to stop and rest a bit,
I might come and visit you.