A little bluebird sang
his love song from on high.
Was he singing for his mate
or serenading the lovers
as they walked on by
in the street below.
Before I could ask him,
he flew off and across
the sky; he did go
taking his love song
with him as he departed
leaving several lovers
rather broken hearted.
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-bluebird/
