The Bird

The bird flies in the sky with its wings wide                     
It goes left it goes right it even flies in the night                
In the dingo’s sight                                                                  
It can be blue it can be yellow         
It can be green but it will always be seen               
The dingo runs around so the bird can be found            
So he can have something to eat but                               
He could not leap off his feet
He did not succeed
He couldn’t have his feed
So the bird flies in the sky like                                             
An eagle in sky