A Little Bird, a Bell, and Me
Even though I open my arms wide,
I still can't fly the sky at all.
But a little bird who can fly,
Can't run on the ground as fast as me.
Even though I shake my body,
I still can't make a sound as beautiful as a bell,.
But that ringing bell
Doesn't know as many songs as me.
A bell, a little bird, and me,
We're all different and all wonderful.
Next week I will present this verse in sign
language.
I am worried whether
I can announce it well.
I have no choice but to do my best.
Everyone piease support.
