She chirps her way dining on what the howling wind brings,
She won't stop today, she won't have it any other way,
This day can't make her sad now - try as hard as it may.
A few flaps, and up she flies up on the clouds and into the sky,
She doesn't hold back any more - today, she's not shy,
The rain falls on her beak, on her wings wetting her feathers,
But, it makes her happy, see - she sings of this harsh weather,
Blue as the sky, she glides down every once in a while,
Then flies up again, all the way with a smile,
Something in her is on fire see - she won't stop,
No, she won't - not until she has reached the top.
