When you're small, you learn it all in the trees
Hiding from things who see you as something to eat
Dawn of Cretaceous took a strange step on the path of evolution
I've been given four fine-feathered wings - one on each limb - to be a tiny gliding thief
But on the ground, I can't get around very well
With the wings on my legs; they make things pretty tough
Safe in a tree, they'll never get us - not here - not in a million
Not by the midnight rainbow diamond of my tail or the setting sun!
Future days will fossilize my feathers and their pigment cells of iridescent black
Sources escape into the atmosphere; they lead to a better sight
Lead to a life above the ones that hunt us, out of the clutches and bite
Maybe I can catch myself an insect or a fish today. With luck, I'll get a bird
Wouldn't mind a mammal for the d**h-defying dives I take but lizards are preferred
Climbing high and gliding are my methods of surviving in the forests of Liaoning
People will sing stories of our lives found in remains we leave behind