A little blue bird sat on my shoulder and kissed my cheek hello,
i guess not all birds of a feather flock together. I named her Poppy
and Poppy the little blue bird’s favorite sound was from the piano.
One night Poppy seemed to turn a little too blue, i wasn’t sure, but
i swore she looked right at me too. I fed her sunflower seeds, her
favorite treat, Poppy turned away, and hunched down to her feet.
I didn’t know her long, but Poppy flew away. I was sad for a little
while, maybe she’ll come back one day. I never understood why
Poppy was crowned black and blue, i guess life had it hard for
little Poppy, both me and you.