THE WILD BIRD

 In the land of singing life  
 Away from the clutches of Men

 Hidden in the foliage of the old oak
 In the long nest on a big branch

 In the family of golden feathers

 Lives the wild bird.

 With every dawn, fluttered the wings

 And it flew higher and higher

 Perhaps to conquer the skies
 To squeak, to rule and to survive.

 Oh! The wild bird

  Fly as high as you can

  Eat as much as you can

  For in the great day of light

 You will shine your golden feathers

 With every dusk, calmed the wings

 As it floated down to its super nest

 Perhaps to surrender is a big question

 But to sing, to love and to live

 O! The wild bird

 Huddled you play with beaks
 In the great colors of love

Shines your little nest of gold.