If I was a bird, I’d sing you a special bird song;

A melody yours alone, where there is no wrong.

I’d sing to you from the top of the highest tree;

And let the notes come out unrestricted and free.

My tune would float in the air soft as goose down;

In an upbeat tempo taking away your meanest frown.

They would cascade on your ears, a musical waterfall;

As I sang to you things proper and true, giving my all.

Not a mockingbirds artificial and untrustworthy tune;

Nor the insane chirpings and silly songs of a silly loon;

My chords to you would have the majesty of a blue jay;

And the tempo of a whipporwill on a new spring day.

For it would be the song of celebrating the joy of you.

The song a bird happily sings over mornings fresh dew.

As an eagle soars above us as a poem decorating the sky;

I would sing to you so you, too, would take up wings and fly.