A little yellow bird
Fluttering in the sky
A cocky old man
Let's out a happy sigh.
For he loves his little yellow bird
His little yellow friend.
Oh how he wishes that this time would never end
But he knows
He knows
He sees the blood on the battle field
The horrid rechid men running through the streets
Taking innocent people away
Today.
But he'll forget that for now
Because of his little yellow bird
Who will show him how for now...