Little black bird, on the telephone line. <br />I can hardly see your eyes, but you’re staring in mine. <br /> <br />Little black bird, sitting up so high. <br />What secrets do you know? Are they secrets of the sky? <br /> <br />Little black bird, why do you not sing? <br />It’s as if you know to much, to let your melody ring. <br /> <br />Little black bird, tell me, why are you so sad? <br />Is everything around you, really so terribly bad? <br /> <br />Little black bird, on the line, you are a symbol of the mellow, <br />making a tiny black silhouette against the sky, of pink and yellow. <br /> <br />Little black bird, when you calmly fly away, <br />I will remember forever, the silent lesson given here today.<br /><br />>Starr Williams
