You came with the season,
as the first swallow sang
A brown headed stranger,
with a five-letter name dooodoodoo

we planted our kisses
where the wild berries grow
my feet sprouted wings
and i flew all the way home dooodoodoo

my cheeks red like fire engines
racing straight to the heat of your skin
and i know our days are numbered,
early bird of the summer
you'll fly south just as the fall begins

the leaves changed their colors
and the schoolyards were filled
my coat with the patches barely
keeps out the chill dooo

you sent me a postcard
from a town out of state,
i wish it were warmer
and i hope you're the same dooodoodoo
the fields where we wandered were golden
now only muddy my boots
and i know i should recover,
you're a bird of the summer,
i was wrong to try and capture you

Flight...
Flight...

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gone is the pale hand of winter
here is the first flush of may
and soon I will discover
whether birds of the summer fly in circles
or just fly away