A more positive one:
A small blue bird,
sits peacefully on the tree,
it sings some songs to heaven,
w/ happiness it does agree.
the melody he sings,
its sweet and its steady,
it sings shira to hashem,
to give of itself its ready.
the breeze goes on,
w/ relaxation it does sigh,
the bird takes off in flight,
soaring up up high.
new heights it does reach,
new views it can see,
it now sees the picture perfect
and it can smile down with glee.
it returns to its nest,
content and very calm,
there’s somebody holding them,
he’s right there in their palm
looking at his baby birds,
with serenity it smiles,
it starts counting the good things,
lists of brachos he compiles.
Hashem is watching over him,
He’s there holding his hand,
everything’s for the good,
he now can understand.