I think I really love ya
My chicka-da-da-de-dee-dee
I wanna give you a million seeds
Cuz you're just a bird-de-dee-dee
I wanna give you my everything
Maybe you'd like
A bundle of sticks to keep you warm and safe
Throughout the cold and darkest of winters
A nest unto which you could grow old
And have some little baby
Birds to fly off and make their own
Happy small homes and let the cycle take off
When they're grown
My chicka-da-da-da-dee
My chicka-da-da-da-dee-de-dilly-de-dee-dee
My chicka-ka-da-ka-da-dee
My chicka da-da-da-ka-da-dee
The world
Just seems too scary
My chicka-da-da-de-dee-dee
The night just seems too dangerous for thee
Cuz you're just a bird-de-dee-dee
I wanna save you from everything
From a family cat who wants nothing more
Than to find, to hold and finally eat you
A household of pets that's stronger, meaner
And ferociously devilish too
You should fly off and make your own
Happy small home away from it all my baby bird
My chicka-da-da-da-dee
My chicka-da-da-da-dee-de-dilly-de-dee-dee
My chicka-ka-da-ka-da-dee
My chicka-dee
I hope you still miss me
I know this is best for thee
Goodbye my baby bird