Look out, look out for our flying singers
That come in our gardens, the small joy bringers
Look out, look out in our largening fields
Where birds are lost to increase our yields

Shot on an island as they wing their way home
For fun, for tradition, for no good reason that’s known
Starved by insecticides poisoned by pollution
Is the loss of our flying ones the aim of evolution?

And once they are home in our gardens so green
Can they nest? Can they find the place where they’d been?
Is there food? Is there water? Are there places to roost?
Can we grow them? can we make them? their numbers to boost?

So listen and watch as they fly through the air
And hope they’ll survive if we give them our care
For these creatures that fly, these creatures that sing
Ask them back, ask them back for the joy they will bring.