Little birds
Little birds
Oh, no one sings as sweetly as you do
Flutter and fly
My pretty feathered pair
And hide your rage
Inside your cage
They clip your wings
They pull your strings
And still you sow desires to sing
Oh, no one sings as sweetly as you do
Oh, no one sings as sweetly as you do
No, no one sings as sweetly as you do
Way up high, way up high
Way up high, way up high
Way up high, way up high
Way up high
