The Bluebird
Copyright © 1987 by Tiki Kritzer Seger. All rights reserved.
I found him lying twisted on the icy snow
One tiny, frightened eye staring into space
And as I lifted up his bent and broken body
His once proud head fell limply out of place
It's a cold winter
It's a cold world
It's a hard life
It's a hard game
And it's always just the same
Full of pain
I brought him in the house to thaw
And pulled out all of his brightly colored feathers
Then I gently laid him on the ground
And left him at the mercy of the weather
It's a cold winter
It's a cold world
It's a hard life
It's a hard game
And it's always just the same
Full of pain
The cold is cruel to little creatures
In the winter many things will die
Oft I picture that tiny, broken bluebird
Gazing at nothing with its one lonely eye
It's a cold winter
It's a cold world
It's a hard life
It's a hard game
And it's always just the same
Full of pain