A tree then whispered, "Have you heard the lullaby of the hungry bird that nests in me?"
Every day around noon
Sings a particularly alluring tune
That makes me weak
Hungry bird, tell me why
I pray and pray and pray that I turn to seed
One thing that confounds me yet
Why I just can't let myself be free
Why sing if you got no one to hear you
Why fly if you got nowhere to go
A thousand arms from which you could choose now
Oh, but hungry bird, claim this bough