If your best friend were a bird,

He would fly around your head,

And perch on your shoulder.

He might try to stick bugs in your ear,

But only to show affection.

If your best friend were a bird,

He would make a nest for you in the stoutest tree,

Using your favourite hair ribbon.

And then sit in it, wondering

Why you refused to lay an egg.

If your best friend were a bird,

He would fly to the top of the tree,

And call to you,

Wanting you to come and share the view,

And then, disappointed,

Fly back to you, preferring

Your company to that of the sky.