The Little Bird

Somewhere along the way I came across Elizabeth Mitchell and her Blue Clouds album. I like her Americana style of music. The songs are fun and upbeat without being too energetic. “The Little Bird” is one of the songs. As the song is played I add and subtract pieces as the lyrics dictate. When I made the pieces, I wrote out the words in the speech bubbles and back-stitched over the lettering for permanence.

The little bird hops through the bright green grass,
and the bright green grass grows high.
The little bird hops through the bright green grass,
and the little bird sings “Oh my”.
“Oh my, oh my,” the little bird sings “Oh my.”

The little birds sits in a strawy nest
in the strawy nest sits still.
The little bird sits in a strawy next,
and the little bird sings “Oh well.”
“Oh well, oh well,” the little bird sings “Oh well.”

The little bird flies through the bright blue sky,
and the bright blue sky floats by.
The little bird flies through the bright blue sky
and the little bird says “Bye-bye.”
“Bye-bye, bye-bye,” the little bird sings “Bye-bye.”