When I was a little bird
Mama told me;
If you want to fly,
You must reach for the sky
So I aimed high
And I learned to fly
When a sudden fear came over me
What if I fall from the sky
Little bird, you worry too much
The clouds are made of cotton,
Soft, so soft
They will catch you,
And they will carry you home
Mama will be waiting
For her loved one
Now I am a big bird
Big and strong
I've flown to the other side
Of the world and back home
I've been through storms
I've seen it all
I've seen it all,
But I'm scared I will fall

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