Bluejay pulled the four-horse plow
Sparrow, why can't you?
Because my legs is little and short
And they might get broke in two.

Redbird sittin' in a Sycamore tree
Singin' out his soul.
Big black snake climbed up that tree
And swallowed that poor bird whole.

Wild geese flyin' thru the air
Thru the sky of blue.
They're now a'floatin'where the north wind blows
So why not me and you.

Forget the name of this--learned it off a Red Clay Rambler's album.