and sits on the branch
of a tree
and like a parrot
it speaks
with its beautiful red beak
O life is magic
but in the end tragic
and the people
in their houses say
that’s so true
like the sky is blue
and then I fly
my lovely green body
gliding through air
and sit on top
of a pole
and sing
in life you have
so many roles
and the world
is full of holes
into which
you can fall
and not come back
at all
and everyone says
that’s right
there’s so many going
all day and night
that is why
as we live
we must learn
to give give and give.