Does the magpie cry
when its feathers don’t look pretty 
Does the swallow wallow
for days in its own self pity
Does the crane complain
when its thoughts keep it up at night
Does the currawong do wrong
does it even know what’s right

Does the seagull mull
over whether to steal a chip
Does the wren ever pen
its tales of woe and hardship
Does the cockatiel ever feel
that its days are too intense
Does the duck get in a muck
when life just doesn’t make sense

I guess there’s certain things we’ll never know
but with the birds we can be sure
They get on with life because life gets on
as it always has before 
And just as things come up
just as soon they will pass by
And when the sun comes up tomorrow
the birds will be back up in the sky

Perhaps the dove will fall in love
at the end of a life long search
Maybe the crow will decide to go
and find home on a faraway perch
Perhaps the albatross will cross
an ocean once beyond its measure
Maybe the tern will start to learn
how to live its life in pleasure 

Yes the hawk will likely talk
about earth’s beauty from the air
And the lorikeet will surely tweet
its squawky songs without a care    

And though their lives may seem small
every bird has its own special way
In playing an important role
in the harmony of each day

Some days they'll fly with grace and speed
others they’ll ache and hurt and bleed
Some days they’ll paddle and waddle and wade
others they’ll be hungry, cold and afraid

Though whatever Mother Nature sends in their direction
they trust it comes with love and affection
For there is still so much they don’t yet know
many lessons to learn and more room to grow

So there’s one simple thing you must never forget
when life gets you down and you start to fret
When you’re muddled and fuddled and lost for words
just take a deep breath and look to the birds.