1, 2 Black Bird Blue

Fly, fly, bird
Fly sky high
Don’t be blue, bird
You’re alright, guy

Then I walked down a tunnel
And saw a little black crow
He was pecking his beak as he chirped
He had nowhere to go

I thought to myself that this could be me
So far from being blue, bird
Dark as can be

So I painted him up
To fly somewhere far
He flew outside the galaxy
Blending in like a star

He flew past the ocean
Faster than a speeding bullet
I watched him as he left me
“I knew he could do it”

Fly, fly high, bird
Fly sky high
You don’t have to be dark, bird
You’re a blue kinda guy

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