LITTLE BIRD

Little bird, why don’t you sing,
You look so sad and blue.
Around your cage, you used to dance,
Who took your song from you?

Sitting in the corner,
Your beak beneath your wing;
What has happened, little bird,
Why, no more, you sing?

What has killed your spirit,
Please don’t sit and die;
Let me hear you sing once more,
Your bluebird lullabies.