I’ve tried to spread my wings and fly;
But there are too many ways to descend!
No matter how hard it is that I try;
It’s impossible for me to find a friend!
Bugs, and birds, and planes fill the sky;
But what’s the use if I should pretend?
All in a flurry, they pass me on by;
It’s impossible for me to find a friend!
In their own funny way, leaves are on high;
There must be something I need to amend!
As I peck, peck, peck, at a ground bone dry;
It’s impossible for me to find a friend!