ON HIS PEARCH MY LITTLE FRIEND SITS
HIS BLUE AND WHITE FEATHERS CLEAN AND BRIGHT
CHIRPPING INTO HIS MIRROR HE SITS
BRINGING ME SUCH DELIGHT

I OPEN HIS DOOR OF HIS CAGE, HE POPS OUT HIS HEAD AND GOES BACK IN AGAIN
WITH AN HELPING HAND I BRINGS HIM OUT INTO THE OPEN WORLD HE CHIRPS WITH DELIGHT
STROKING HIS FEATHERES READY TO FLY

HE FLAPS HIS WINGS AND STARTS TO FLY
WITH A BUMP HE LANDS ON THE FLOOR
OH WHAT FOOL HE HIS HE CANT FLY ANY MORE
HIS FEATHERS LOOKING OLD AND BATTERD

MY LITTLE FRIEND LOOKS, A SITE TO SEE HIS FEATHERS ALL BATTERD AND OLD NOW IS HE
BUT STILL HE IS MY SOUL MY FREIND HES MY COMPANY
WHEN I FEEL DOWN HE CHEERS ME UP HE COMES TO ME AND TALKS TO ME THAT CHEERS ME UP