Sometimes, I wish to be a bird
And fly high in the sky.
Perhaps a lovely blue jay
Fluttering and chirping all day,
Or maybe a peacock
Beautifully dancing on high mountain rock.

Maybe even a wild pigeon
My life will never be in a dungeon,
Or else a lovely cuckoo
Everyone will say I’m pretty too.

But the only bird I can be
Is the happy little one you see in me.