5 Months Old!

I'll just ease out where the tree meets the sky,

and wait for a good breeze blowing by

and spread my wings and close my eyes

-Here goes nothing.

I knew I could fly if I wanted to,

I knew I could fly if I wanted to,

I knew I could fly if I wanted to,

And I want to,

I want to,

I want to,

Right now.

Young Robin ~ Greg Brown