All the chickens on the roof
watch a penguin in the sky
give the doubting gazers proof
that a flightless bird can fly;

and an ostrich in the highest
of the branches on a tree
(and who once had been the shyest),
chirrups proudly, “Look at me!”

And the eagles and the swallows
pace the pasture far below
with the jealousy that follows
admiration, like a crow.

And, behold, you are the emu,
flying effortlessly now!
To their thinking, it will seem you
haven't ever not known how!

And the dull peacocks admire you
and the colours of your flight.
Let the rising moon inspire you
forward, onward into night!

Sing the song that will embolden!
Drink the draught of air that fills!
Till the new sun and its golden
treacle, trickles down the hills.

And one day, when you are older,
this night's joy will be your song:
of the tail-wind on your shoulder,
pushing, pushing you along.

And ensuing generations,
though they flap their wings in vain,
will migrate throughout the nations
and they'll sing your song again.

See! The whole world sings together!
Every single creature sings
of the one who dared to feather
at the heavens with his wings.