A bird is flying in the sky,

It’s flying really high,
It lands on a tree and says “hi” to me,

Taken aback by this I let out a shy little scream
“Please don’t hurt me”-
The bird was huge, white, with demonic eyes,
Its just staring at me, its eyes locked on to mine,
So strange, I was sitting in my yard playing with my truck
Could this be a monster, or perhaps a duck?

It’s very silly, to silly, yes I must be dreaming,
But when I stand up the bird talks once again!
“Why don’t you want to be my friend?”
The words rung in my ears like the Liberty Bell,
This is a story I’ve heard before,
I must tell,

I picked on a little boy at school today,
All my friends were doing it, so it must’ve been okay,
I called him loser and pushed him down,
The tears rolling down his cheeks were fast,
His eyes big brown,

“What have you done!” cried the teacher
I ran away and looked back,
The kid was on his face, flat on the ground,
He screamed down the hall,
“Why won’t you be my friend?”

I knew this kid pretty well,
Both of our parents sat together at show and tell,
This kid was a softy and shy,
No wonder, I should’ve known he’d cry,

I shouldn’t feel bad for this kid,
Who catches butterflies at recess?
Instead of climbing the monkey bars,

On a cold autumn day last year,
The kid was in the bushes,
I snuck over to see what he was looking at,

A ladybug was flapping her wings in the breeze,
She was trying to hide in the shrubs,
She was about to freeze,
She fell in the middle of the bush,
Almost giving a shrill cry “help me”

The kid had that cry when I pushed him,
I didn’t mean to be harsh,
From this day on I won’t knock anyone else over anymore,
I will find the kid tomorrow and be his friend,

While I was in my own little world,
The bird flew away,
I said sorry to the kid the next day.