I stood at the door looking up.
A bird looked down at me.
Why the bird? Why me?

"Little bird", I said looking up,
What do you think of me?
Little bird - what of me?

The bird looked wise looking down,
As if he was saying to me,
"Strange human you are to me!"

"What way am I strange?" I said looking up.
"Restless and flurried seems to me!"
Said the little bird to me!