I never dream of flying, but I wish I did.

The bird girl saw the wings upon the jay
and thought that she would like to one day fly.
The colors of her wings would sure be grey
and never to the air were she to lie.
There is no other joy upon this earth
that she sought after with such a foolish heart
as when she thought of sky so near the hearth
and of the form she'd take, so sweet, such art.
So if you see this dreaming graceful girl
and if her eyes are lifted to the sky,
do see if wings out from her back uncurl
and flee from her to let her dreams abide.
Her feet were never meant to be kept down,
she finds no place in city, land, or town.