When I look up at the sky
I see the birds flying by
Freely soaring against the blue
Wishing that I could be there too
They float on air just like a feather
Even if it rains they brave the weather
If I were a bird I would fly so high
Whipping and whirling in the sky
But alas, I stand firm to the ground
In the dirt is where I can be found
So if you birds wish to find me
You can find me under the birch tree
