Young Bird
Tuesday 9 th August 2011Oh young bird
With your feathers unruffled so;
Why do you spend all your time with me
When there are places you can go?
There are other lands than this little place
Beautiful lands of red and green
Lands I want to go to;
Places I have never seen.
You can fly, little bird
Fly up to the clouds,
Surrounded by the blue,blue clouds
Free of pollution and crowds.
So why don't you fly, little bird?
And leave me all alone?
Leave me with my thoughts
No electricity or phone.
There, I have convinced you now,
You're leaving this house and lawn
Off to find someone; maybe yourself
Going, going, gone.
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