This sad little birdy does not want to sing;
For, he has a broken wing.
At this point, he wants to cry;
Because no longer can he fly.
He used to soar with his friends in a "V";
But now, the point of life; he cannot see.
He feels quite so all alone;
Because he has a fractured bone.
"What's the point if I cannot soar?
Life will be quite a bore.
I have no one to take care of me;
Now all that I can do is sit in a tree;
And starve to death, I will;
Because I can't get food for my stomach to fill.
I might as well sit here and die,
Because I can no longer fly."