• As the bluebird sings,
    it flaps it's wings
    and flies of into a sea clouds.
    It won't be back through out the winter,
    you won't here it's spellbinding song.
    Now it's spring and it is back
    Though you still do not here its song.
    Why you ask?
    Now this lovely bluebird is in the clouds,
    high above the ground.