Deep within the wooded lot,
Along the least used trail,
Stands a little tree..
Branches thin and bare.
Birds of different color,
Birds of different types..
Come and sing their different songs,
Songs of different types.
Black birds, white birds..
Red and yellow too,
Come to sing their little songs,
That's what songbirds do.
Each bird are quite different,
Each bird is the same..
It's when they sing together,
A choir sound they make,
It's when they sing together..
A sweetest sound they make.