Little Birds

Little birds Fast hearts Little birds Fast hearts They'll leave you in the cold, but they'll come back in the Spring Even when they're sad they sing Little birds Fast hearts Little birds Fast hearts They'll sing for you and eat your bugs It's the tiny strips of tin foil that they keep away from But not the baths they're taking in the day's sun And when they've taken all that they can take, they fly away Fly, fly, fly away Little birds Fast hearts Little birds Fast hearts They'll sing for you and eat your bugs