Black birds busy about their play
They swarm, night and day
Hovering high above the dirt
Acting upon each sudden spurt
White bird alone on a wire
Hidden is a heart of fire
Withhold what it cannot say
Patient in a sky of gray
Black birds busy about their play
Soon ready for sleep to come their way
Where hovered once above the plain
Now tired from their fill of grain
White bird alone on a wire
Ready and willing to expire
Red bird lonely in the air
Just about to lose all care
Red sees white
And white sees red
Both see stars within their head
Where fear had lay
Lay he no more
For fire burst forth
From the open door
