Where will you perch for the last time?
You flutter from here to there and everyone admires you for your distinct color.
Everyone knows you by name.
Everyone can see you in the crowd of other brown birds, thickets of brown branches, and leaves.
There’s no mistaking you.
Bluebird, you’re one of a kind.
Bluebird, you’re not rare.
Bluebird, you’re uncommon.
Bluebird, you’re a delight.
Bluebird, tell me,
When is your last flight?