"Little Sandhill Crane"
Were you hatched in a nest
In the middle of a bog?
Do your parents bring you food
Like tasty fish and frogs?
Are you ready to go play
On this sunny spring day?
Little Sandhill Crane.
Will your neck grow long
And your feathers turn gray?
Will you spread your big wings
So that you can fly away?
Will you sing while you fly
Like a trumpet in the sky?
Little Sandhill Crane.
- Jennifer Bové