THE BLUEBIRD

In the park I was sitting and I saw in a tree,
a little bird, he was looking at me.

I noticed, "He's blue! How can that be?
He looks so cheerful and happy to me."

I am blue, I feel so sad.
What does this little bird have, that I wish I had?

"What is your secret?" to the bluebird, I said.
He looked down tilting his head.

Then from his mouth, the most beautiful sound.
He didn't even mind that I was around.

He flew off the branch. "Please! Don't go!", I said.
He flew down, lighting on my leg.

I smiled at the bluebird and then I knew.
I was happy now! I was no longer blue!

For sometime the bluebird sang for me.
I guess all I needed was his company.

Oh, little bluebird, the heart you do mend.
Thank you for being my new little friend!

Kathi


Many thanks to blip
for the picture of *THE BLUEBIRD*



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