You don't have golden goose-down feathers
Or wings of bright yellow that glow in the sun
You did not hatch from an egg exposed to the weather
You were a babe at one point but here you've gone
You've gone and been sweet to an old evil soul and softened it's harsh tune
It once screamed but now it hums and purrs and gazes longily at the moon
You've turned a hag into a goddess for that my dear Chick
I think you with your down feathers and angel wings
Because my dear Chick you have healed my wretched soul of all things
