By day a bird I'd be,
And soar the heavens high with songs of glee,
But when the night doth fall,
And dreamy thoughts begin to call,
And birds that sing
Sleep with their heads beneath their wing,
Or in some frigid barn do woo repose
With only wisps of straw to warm their toes,
Or sink to rest
In some unroofed, uncomfortable nest,
I change my mind, and am content to be