I saw this little bird,
who was sitting in a tree,
and I asked the little bird,
if he would fly away with me.
He said that we could fly away,
But that the year was late,
Yet in the spring, he'd come for me,
So by the window wait.
And so I waited patiently,
as the days passed by.
Grains sparkled on the distant hills,
and love bugs filled the sky.
Red and amber leave did fall,
Twirling past my face.
Chilly winds swept my hair,
as fall took summer's place,
Winter winds, did bight my nose,
as snow blew cold and fast.
Icicles began to melt,
as to, the winter passed,
Then on a wondrous day of spring,
when first buds start to bloom,
a little bird, landed on,
the window of my room.
And on his back,I flew away,
but if you ask me to,
on a sunny summer's day,
I will come back for you.
