Birdie
The poor little girl with tears in her eyes as she ran
Holding the maimed little bird in the palm of her hand
She took it to mommy who shrugged and said it was diseased
She took birdie to daddy who told her to do as she pleased.
She took it to bed with her when she slept that night
She held it ever so gently never frightened or tight
She was the only one who stood between birdie and death
Tears ran down her face as she promised the birdie breath.
She thought if she nursed it the very best that she could
That birdie would soon grow strong and travel the world
So she fed birdie each hour with milk, toast, and fresh worms
Though she shuddered each time one of them squirmed.
Gradually, a little more every day, the birdie soon grew stronger
She wiped away her tears so birdie wouldn't know she had not much longer
She coaxed it and coached it into flapping it's wings
And she whistled a tune hoping birdie would soon sing.
Her mother surprised her one day with a golden cage
There was horror in the girls eyes as she said "Stay Away!
My birdie is free to fly whenever she wants to grace sky
I am prepared to kiss my little birdie a final good-bye."
Soon the birdie could fly into the treetops so high above
She smiled as she watched learning what it felt like to love
Then one sunny summer morn she woke up and birdie was gone
A tears splashed down but she knew birdie was where she belonged.
Free to FLY - - Free to SOAR -- what more could a birdie ask for?