Oh how I wish I were a bird,
Blue bird, red bird, green bird, black bird,
Fly so high above the ground,
Not a thought to keep them down.
Woe to us who cannot fly,
Who cannot soar up in the sky,
With thoughts and cares to keep us down,
To keep our feet upon the ground.
Never seeing,
Never feeling,
What it's like to fly,
So high up in the sky.
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