Everyone looks at me
And thinks I’m quite absurd.
I have such beautiful wings
But I’m an airsick bird.

Yup. I’ve always been this way
Since I first left the nest.
I never could fly wild and free.
I’m not like all the rest.

I would try with all my might
To get up off the ground.
Flapping and rising in the air
I was fine til I looked down.

Oh I started feeling woozy
All the trees began to spin.
My wings stopped. I would fall
Back to earth again.

Whether I was full with seeds
Or empty as a cloud
A few feet up oh I felt sick:
My vomiting was loud.

The other birds would laugh and laugh.
Their faces filled with glee!
They would whisper and would point.
I felt so bad, you see.

An airsick bird?
What use was I?
Alone on the dirt
I wept and cried.

No wife or eggs
In my future now.
Who would love me?
When I didn’t know how

To fly and soar
In the beautiful sky.
No normal life
Could I provide.

I couldn’t bring twigs
To build a nest
Or protect my home
Like all the rest.

Living down here
Was never safe
From crows or foxes.
My life was at stake.

So alone I will be.
My life so absurd.
What use am I?
An airsick bird.