And so it was, the bird flew away,
never to be seen once again;
the world taught it to fly that day,
making the blue, blue sky very plain.

The bird had flown a great distance that time,
no communications, migrations, that year.
He simply sat, perched on a small dime,
whispering, 'I have nothing more to fear.

'I admit that I regret that day,
not saving him before it was too late.
I wished I wouldn't have to fly away,
after being reminded of that date.

'He will always be with me, in my heart,
even though the Swede tore us apart.'