I saw a bird flying in the sky,
high, high very high.
It looked like a big fly,
High, high so very high.

It came down to me;
it was very excited to see.

Its baby was sweet and stout,
but suddenly it gave a shout.
‘What happened? Why did you shout,’
Because of you called me ‘stout’.

The bird came and sat on my window.
I came out and looked down below

It told me something in my ear;
it was ‘I’ll come next year.’

It started flying and I was sad,
it went up in the sky, very high,
I said to him “bye, bye, and Good bye.”