From the branches it fell

A baby bird we named Rell

We found it on an island trip

And took it home on a ship

A bundle of sticks and white feathers

With a body it couldn't even hold together

Rell with large dark eyes

Who on fish it relies

And we fed it small fish slices

With dreams that we'd see it arise

Arise into the sky one day

That it'd live to fly one day

But as the chilly winds of night came

Cold as ice its small body became

With no mother to be around

For it had fell from the nest to the ground

And in the morning we put it in the sunshine

Hoping it would show a sign

A sign that it would survive

Even though it would surely die

But at least Rell lived two more days;

The island's cat would've eaten it anyway