The Pretty Bird

The side of the fence where the grass is green
The grass seems clean
Their feathers gleam
With the oil of broken things
I hear the pretty bird sing
Where the pretty bird sits, I sing
Where the pretty bird sits, you sing
Where the pretty bird sits, I cannot
Where the pretty bird sits is the pretty flock
In the pretty tree, the pretty field, the pretty sky
I swim in the lake where the pretty birds drink
Where the pretty birds stink, when the pretty birds drink
I swim in the lake where the pretty birds drink,`
drink from the fears of me

Where the pretty bird sits, I sing
Where the pretty bird sits, you sing
Where the pretty bird sits, I cannot
Where the pretty bird sits is the pretty flock
In the pretty tree, the pretty field, the pretty sky
The ugly duckling they cannot be
For the ugly duckling is me
The swans far from me is all they see
The pretty bird won’t sing of me
Where the pretty bird sits, I sing
Where the pretty bird sits, you sing
Where the pretty bird sits, I cannot
Where the pretty bird sits is the pretty flock
In the pretty tree, the pretty field, the pretty sky
The little duckling is all i am
All i can
All i am
The little duckling all made up
Can’t sit in the pretty bird tree

Where the pretty bird sits, I sing
Where the pretty bird sits, you sing
Where the pretty bird sits, I cannot
Where the pretty bird sits is the pretty flock
In the pretty tree, the pretty field, the pretty sky

When the little duckling,
All i am, all i can, all i am
Won’t wish to sit in the pretty bird tree
The pretty bird sings of me

Where the pretty bird sits, I sing
Where the pretty bird sits, you sing
Where the pretty bird sits, I cannot
Where the pretty bird sits is the pretty flock
In the pretty tree, the pretty field, the pretty sky
The duckling now a great big swan
A great big swan, no more a pawn
For the pretty bird’s game of make believe
Falls like sand through a sieve

Where the pretty bird sits, I do not sing
Where the pretty bird sits, you wish and sing
Where the pretty bird sits, I cannot
Because I don’t want to be
Covered with the oil of broken things
So I lift my voice and sing