the little birdie can't fly

On the concrete pillar

The little birdie sits

Watching the open space

The smell of the wild

Of the windy breezes on its feathers

It feels it can fly

It tweets loudly

Letting its parenting birds know

“I am going to fly

Don't you worry about me!”

And so it flies airborne for a while

Then gravity pulls it down

On the grass carpet cushioning the fall

The world for the little birdie

It seems to fall apart as it falls

Instead of going higher to the sky

It wings can't take flight

Tumbling from the pillar

Hitting the palm leaves

Finally staying shivering in its feather

On the ground instead of the air

Lucky for the little birdie

The stray cat hasn't made its appearance

Else it is the play thing of the cat

The world will come to its end

The little birdie what does it know?

The world is the wide open space

For its eyes can see plainly

It hops along

On the grass trying to fly

It makes effort yet all fail

Puffing with shivering cold

It feels the fear of wild predators

For a small bird death is instantly

Next thing it knows

In the bird's cage for the day

The flying day may not be over

There is a chance

The little birdie wants to take

Take the flight to the sky