SO THE LITTLE BIRDS
So the little birds
Can’t be together
But they miss each other
And chirp all night.
Are you all right?
Yes. Are you?
Yes, but I miss you.
I miss you too.
OK. I’ll be right here in this tree.
You’re still all right?
Yes. Are you?
Yes, but I miss you.
I miss you too.
OK. I’ll be right here in this tree
All night.