We will fly and we will soar
The tousling hair,
Beneath a chalice moon.
Of Sidney Bechet,
These nights gone by too soon.
The fountain of youth: Our days are numbered.
The Story of a Little Bird
Sleep, sleep, little Bird.
You have traveled many miles,
And seen many states,
And experienced many things,
In search of Home.
But your family is not here,
And your friends are not here.
They have been eaten by creatures of the city.
So slow down, and rest...
For now we are in a better place.
Sleep, sleep, little Bird.