What is it like to be a bird,

Soaring through endless blue,

Stretching wings in the sky,

Flying up so high.

What is it like to be a bird,

Hurrying South for winter,

Happily heading toward the sun,

Hoping for some fun.

What is it like to be a bird,

Chirping in the spring,

Glad that winter is no more,

But wishing it would pour.

What is it like to be a bird,

Searching for a meal,

Those beady eyes looking out,

For any worms that are about.

What is it like to be a bird,

Sitting in a nest,

Guarding eggs with precious care,

Way up in the air.

What is it like to be a bird,

Watching eggs hatch,

Teaching them to fly,

Watching them say "Good Bye".

What is it like to be a bird,

Getting old and tired,

Days are almost gone,

It's time to move on.