In a Circle of Life
Black beak pointing direction Sky
Tail gauging air
Wings fluttering on high
It's got prize in its eyes
From take off to arrive
Fly little Birdie
Ride the winds of your heart's desire
Black Beak focusing freedom’s alive
Chart a Course of survival
One day we'll shall die
Smell the scent of the World
Watch nature unfold
Fly little Birdie
Go humming from Flower to Soul
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