I need the wind beneath my wings
There was a little birdie called Jimmy Lee.
He flew into a window which was so hard to see.
He was dazed and stunned and lay very still
with his gossamer feathers and his little sharp bill
Alan picked him up and we both looked surprised
at the beautiful bird who was so mezmorized.
Jimmy's head hurt, and so did his mouth,
as "they" took the brunt of that little work out
He lay there still and the pain hard to bear,
we put him aground and he had such a stare
I whispered so gently to this little bird
and stroked his wee feathers - it seemed so absurd
I said c'mon Jim it is time to feel better,
We have both done everything right to the letter!
Fluff up your feathers, we gave you our smiles
now on your way Tim lad and take off for a while.
He looked straight at me and fluffed out his chest
He said Pauline and Alan I think you're the best,
You nurtured me kindly and spoke the right words,
I think I'll be off now and fly with the birds,
they'll hurt inside, I know very well
'til they have Jimmy Lee Back, and all is well!
Fly! FLY! F L Y!!............Good Bye! ...(He did)
Pauline - Vancouver Island