(Verse 1) Oh, Little son My pretty, pretty bird Oh, little son My pretty, pretty bird You have lost the will to fly d**h is churning in all of his glory Heaven forbid he get it right this time We plucked all your feathers And we laughed at the horror Sweet tragedy (Pre-Chorus) That little bird was shiny and new You don't fly like you use to (Verse 2) Oh, little son The prize is always worth the rocky ride And you could fly if you tried You could fly if you tried You could fly if you tried (Chorus) Beautiful bird Beautiful bird, oh x6