the baby finch is little bigger than a bug
she flies in front of me alongside her mama
and they look real sweet
and it makes me think of my mama too
now i wonder if there's somethin that she'd like to do
sometimes i meet her and we go out for lunch
sometimes i visit when i'm crying for a hug
and she holds me tight
and she says "hey chook, it will be alright"
when she says it, i believe her too
oh mama, i'm so proud of you
the cockatoo is little different than a biker
3 fly out of a tree and scare the life outta me
then were all gliding down the road
and that's an e-bike gang, those birds with us two in tow
my darlin's gorgeous as a red rosella
together we're a pair of pink galahs
you should see the way he lifts the room with his guitar
his sweet voice, his story tellin eyes; his many charms
oh darlin, i'm so glad to know ya
now the bike path twists around the dickson shops
and i'm learning not to hold up traffic
i'm learning to read the patterns
so i don't go around causing havoc
the mama finch is little bigger than her bub
she's watchin me while i hang my washin up
and it makes me feel like i'm in a watercolour scene
these days are feelin better than i ever could've even dreamed