From dawn to dusk, the bird will sing,
It’s sweet tune pleases all.
From summer all the way to spring,
The bird shall continue her call.
From tree to tree, the bird will fly,
Eat the refreshing fruit.
Up and Up, she goes so high,
She would travel with her group.
The bird carefully constructs her nest,
A secure place to feed her young.
She has little time to rest,
So she makes pleasing sounds with her tongue.
The bird will sing, the bird will call,
Branch to Branch she shall fly.
This tune pleases all,
As she disappears in the sky.