A child of two or three takes steps you see
With coat and hat warm to be
On battered bricks of pebbled brown
Toddling on streets in square of town
Listening…listening to sounds he hears.
Where to go when feeling free
When feathers beckon to follow thee?
Fluttering wings and tilt of head with tail to catch
So close behind he’s almost there
Listening….listening to sounds he hears.
A magic bird held in arms that care
Angel wings with beak that sings.
Humming, whistling, caws and wooos….
Listening, listening to sounds he hears.