In a land where stories roam,
Lived birds that flew to bring us home.
With wings of black and eyes so wise,
They soared above the endless skies.

Fly, fly, little messengers bold,
Through the clouds, through the cold.
Bringing tales from far and wide,
In their wings, our destinies reside.

With feathers sleek, and beaks so keen,
They journeyed where they'd never been.
To deliver news from distant lands,
Guiding us with gentle hands.

Fly, fly, little messengers bold,
Through the clouds, through the cold.
Bringing tales from far and wide,
In their wings, our destinies reside.

With feathers sleek, and beaks so keen,