I have captured the singing bird I clutch it carefully reverently and I feel its body heat and its heart racing So I coo to it and it settles gradually And it listens like a bird does And then I unfold my strong gentle hands The bird regards me closely and smiles like a bird does and can I tell this bird to go be free and she slowly stands on matchstick legs and with a nod like a bird can spreads open her wide wings and leaves me I watch her fly away I know I shall see her another fine day Because she is my bird once in hand forever in heart Now depart And I smile with such joy Because birds need freedom just like me Fly, bird, fly....
