The blue song bird flew along across the blue sky.
Without a twinkle in its baby blue eye.
It was lost, separated from its flock.
When it hears a screech and sees a deadly hock.
It flew and flew with all its might.
But, there was no shelter to be found in sight.
It started to rain.
When it felt a bad pain.
It has been struck in the wing.
By that horrid thing.
And as it fell to the earth below.
The whole world lost its bright glow.
