A bluebird whispered in my ear,
I have to travel south, I fear.
The winter’s ice and cold are near,
The bluebird whispered in my ear.

She flew past fields of ploughed-up ground,
Past all the grasses turning brown.
She passed the leaves all falling down,
She passed the cold and frozen ground.

She flew to where the sun was hot
And picked a nice and sunny spot.
She knew the north would forget her not
As she lived in the land so hot.

When springtime came it got more warm
Up north where she had once been born.
The bluebird flew past fields of corn,
Past flowers growing in the warm.

She lived up north that lovely spring
And in the summertime did sing.
She took her babies under her wing
All through the summer and the spring.

And when the autumn’s chill came near,
The bluebird whispered in my ear,
I have to travel south, I fear,
The winter’s ice and cold are near.

©Karen Chappell