As if one could talk, then listen
As on ones cheek a tear did glisten
Too late, all too soon, she falls to a deathly swoon
Revive her revive her, shout the canaries
As they push past the delicate fairies
A saviour, a saviour must there be?
Anyone, anyone who comes to aid she?
As they twitter, golden plumes ruffled
A shadowy figure, forward shuffled
Parting to the side, the bears did roar
Make way, make way he must settle the score
The canaries puff out their ruffled chests
Can you save her? I shall do my best
Solemnly he kneeled, gazing on her tear stained face
Injuries lie deep within that tattered soul,
Where oh where did her beautiful smile go?
He pressed a finger to her fair brow
And whispered words incoherent now
She stirred and blinked, bright blue searching grey
He gazed and gazed, reminded of that fateful day
They grouped around twittering and clacking
He rose, happy to oblige as they attempted back-slapping
He reached the garden with the falling of day
But a soft noise followed, she would not let him leave that way
And as soft voices exchanged quiet words
A soul did heal and not a sound from the canaries was heard
And so now you know, please let them say
That a mighty score was settled and forgiven that day
