Henrietta dreamed of flapping and soaring in the big blue sky
And pirouetting cartwheels through wild meadows, low and high
To share her love of rhythm; a playful shimmy with a twist
But her neighbours didn’t care much for her prance and pumping fist
So she practiced in her small pen with her daily scheduled play
… then one day flung herself so well, she was up, up, up and away!