There once was a man

Who had a charm over birds

He didn't make himself seen

Did not make himself heard

Yet down they would fly

And perch on his hand

No food for reward

They were happy to land

Sometimes he'd warble

And they'd warble back

And if there was trouble

They'd keep him on track

And then one fine day

This man's Enemy came

The same Enemy that is

For us all the same

And the big birds came down

From the heights of the sky

They clung to his fingers

And they bore him up high

And they flapped their strong wings

While the enemy watched

They saluted each other

And both born aloft

The Enemy drifted

Off into the mist

And so too the man

With the birds in his fists

Words by Brad Roberts
Music by Rob Morsberger