Little Bird with the Broken Wing

Little bird behind the screen
Pauvr’oiseau with the broken wing
Won’t you come to my side
And sing for me.

Will you sing for me
While I wrap your wing
To protect your feathered limb
In a cloth-made sling?

Sing to me of the sea
Of fondest love and memories
Forget the pain a time
And find your relief.

Warble a happier tune
Of future plans; commune
With a friend and don’t let
The present your mind consume.

By and by, there will be time
For us your wound to unbind
To see a full-renewed wing
With pinions and feathers fine.

But for a moment at least
While the pain recedes
Give me your song
And spend some time in peace.