Michael's Song
by Wilfred Gibson

Because I set no snare
But leave them flying free,
All the birds of the air
Belong to me.

From the blue-tit on the sloe
To the eagle on the height,
Uncaged they come and go
For my delight.

And so the sunward way
I soar on eagle's wings,
And in my heart all day
The blue-tit sings.