Wasn’t sure what had come about
But was shocked at the queer sight
In the place of my hands
Had sprouted a pair of wings
My mouth had pointed and curved like a beak
Words came out like twittering songs
My long and sturdy legs
Had turned into wire like sticks
And my toes shaped into
Sharp pointed claws
A tail had been fitted upon my back
I was covered in a plumage of brown
My body had thinned and turned so light
And on my head I had a red little crown
Feeling a strange urge to fly,
I flapped my wings and threw myself into the air
But I had a nose dive into the woods below
Never knew flying was like playing with fire
Luckily I could perch on the branch of a tree
Looking around I saw a parrot green
He said he would teach me to fly
He was at rest behind the foliage screen
He said ‘Hop.. hop from branch to branch
One step at a time will take you miles along’
One full day, religiously hopped the way I was told
The next day as I flew in rounds, he came along
Abruptly he announced, looking into the blue sky
“Oh come! On wings of joy, we’ll fly
Let us scoot over hills and skim over dales”
“Tuwee! Tuwee”, in shrill delight, we flew across the sky