The Little Bird.

There was a little bird,

One sang a jolly tune,

She’d sing it loud and proud,

Every morning until noon.

Then one day she stopped,

And no-one knew quite why,

They missed her cheerful tune,

And some thought they heard her cry.

They sought out the little bird,

To ask why she had ceased,

She looked at them very sadly

And said her joy it had decreased.

So they put their heads together,

Oh for hours they did think,

What could help their little bird,

Come back from the sadness brink.

Then they had a bright idea,

Of what they all could do,

They told their little pal,

They’d be there to help her through.

Through the good days and the bad,

Through the laughter and the tears,

They’d be right beside her,

For days and months and years.

Now it didn’t happen overnight,

It took some time for her to see,

But with her friends there right beside her,

From the sadness she felt free.

Although it didn’t leave her,

In the shadows it did cling,

She knew that she could fight it,

As she opened her beak to sing.