Blue Bird Choir

Spring's song is one that is, for lack of a better word, beautiful

Feather's fly. My heart heaves a sigh. Beautiful Blue Bird's sing, As the Robin spreads its wings. Majestic and bright. Celestial power's unite. Empowering the world, And the tiny Blue Bird. From a Sparrow to a Crow, Everybody knows, That their infants must take flight... And maybe tonight's the night... Soaring high, The Blue Jay's cry. The Cardinal weeps. The Chickadee's peep. From every bird you hear a song. A song that lives the whole day long... Do you hear them, As they cry? They make a living, Like you and I. Don't pity the song bird, As it flies away. Find joy in the fact, That it lives another day... And the Blue Birds here to stay.