Sitting here this evening

I'm wishing 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 for 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.