The black-gold bird is singing now,
and when it does it makes me proud.
Do you think that it knows,
how I'm watching it's little show?
I sit here in my hiding place.
to observe it's kindness, and it's grace.
When everyone starts watching,
the idea might seem absurd,
but once upon a time -
I knew that little bird.
I tried to teach it to sing.
But really it taught me.
And when it flew
I felt
like I flew too.
I would watch it shimmer in the sun's rays -
Oh, but those sure were the days!
The people will laugh to hear it.
No - they'll never believe this.
But one day it might get tired of it's fame,
in which case,
I may just pick her up again.
The black-gold bird is singing now -
Oh, but I love it so!
