Little Bird

Little bird, little bird, why must you rush
your world is content under mamas plush
why must you hatch and spread your wings
when it would be better to not see these things
the world is wide, cold, and cruel
just to survive you must learn many rules
you knew no enemies when you were an egg
but now you must be slightly afraid
the spring will drown you, winter pushes you out
fall there's no food, summer there is a drout
Little bird, little bird, why take the fall
when it would be better to not fly at all
you're on top of the world way up there
and you have mama's food and care
leave me now little bird you must fly
and become subject to the tyranny of time