O' little birds resting on a wire,
Where do you come from?
What is your deepest desire?
Enjoy it to the fullest in perfect freedom?
I assume that you will not say
What places you explored yesterday.
Surely, a secret it has to remain.
About it, I am absolutely certain.
Fly, fly away little birdies
Over brooks, ponds, mountains and valleys.
Fare with the wind to where you belong.
But remember to always sing a happy song!
Whatsoever your journey be, short or long
Fare with the wind and remain strong!
Spread your wings, fly high and low
And reach your destination, fast or slow!
Patrick A. Scott
