Little bird pokes his brother
Want to play?
Want to play?
Little bird flaps and hovers
Sunny day
Want to play?
The breeze is calling from the east
Smells of flowers
Smells of trees
Floating nicely with wings at ease
It is day
Come and play
Mother’s calling us to join her
Has food
Has love
Will guide us to fly up higher
Family day
Come and play
Waken brother, rise and greet me
Night is over
Open eyes
Nudges harder at the body
Happy day
Please play
Mother calls out to bird
Come away
Fly away
Wings drooping, bird obeys
No play
Not today