"Sing for us little bird!"
"Please we want to know!"
The crowd begged the bird,
"The song in your heart is something you must show!"

The little bird did sing,
He sung despite his fears,
And the crowd cried out in shock,
And covered up their ears.

"Stop, stop! Your song is not nice to hear!"
They shouted at the bird,
He ceased his singing and wept,
His song must go unheard.

The crowd came back again one day,
"We know all that was wrong!"
And presented the bird with sheet music,
For a new and "better" song.

"It is not the song of my heart,"
"But if you will not make me cry,"
"Then my own song I will abandon,"
"And this one I will try."

He sang the new tune,
And the crowd did a merry dance,
Their dance was wild and uncaring,
And they trampled all the plants.

The crowd was pleased,
"Now this is good enough!"
But the song hurt the bird's heart,
And singing it was tough.

The little bird was sad,
And still his heart did cry,
"I cannot do this anymore!"
"I cannot even try!"

And he stopped singing what it was
The crowd demanded to hear,
And he began instead singing,
The song that he held dear.

"No, go back!"
The crowd demanded of him.
The little bird did not,
His song following his whim.

"Then we'll leave!"
The crowd threatened,
But the little bird did not hear,
Pretending he was deafened.

He sang his song in solitude,
And was sad that none would hear,
But at least he was free to sing
Without someone else to steer.

Then one day a passerby
Did hear his happy song.
"I like that song" they thought,
"I'd like to dance along."

And dance they did,
In harmony with the land about their feet,
And the little bird sang louder,
Which the passerby thought a treat.

Soon a new crowd
Had formed to hear the song.
And the new crowd liked it as it was,
And danced from dusk 'till dawn.

The old crowd came back,
To gloat to the bird about his lonesomeness,
And instead they found the dancers,
"Oh what an absolute mess!"

"His song is not right,"
"Surely you know!"
"He sings such an unusual song,"
"How can you dance to it happily so?"

"We like it,"
"It's a lovely song to us."
"We like it as it is,"
"Why are you making such a fuss?"

"Go if you wish not to hear,"
"We ask you not to stay."
"If you do not like the song,"
"We invite you to go away."

The crowd tried to protest,
But their ridicule could not be heard,
For the dancers were defending
The song of the little bird.

And the crowd was sent away,
Swiftly did they depart,
While the dancers and bird were merry,
And joy filled the song of the bird's heart.