In a small place in the back of my mind
There was once a village to find
That village was poor but it had some fortune
A bird that would sing the most beautiful tune
A tune that made every listener to diseases immune

At night the village would grow quiet
The singing stopped, the bird was tired
It would put it's head under it's wing and stop singing till the morning

In that village near the river in a tiny house
Lived a mother and her child and a mouse
The mother's young, no grey hair yet
One night she's putting the child to bed

But it's beeing loud, behaving wild.
"Be quiet now. Be quiet, my child."

"But I'm not tired I want to be loud.
Why am I not allowed to shout?"

"Because the darkness is creeping and the bird is sleeping."

,,Why would I care about that bird! I want to be loud and I want to be heard!"

"Sshh we don't disturb
the sleeping bird
Tomorrow you can chat
As much as you want but
Promise me that
You will be quiet now
Because I can't allow
You to disturb
The sleeping bird."
The mother said and the child gave a nod
"Good. Cause if you would do that, then help ya god."

The child layed quietly in it's bed
But couldn't quite manage to calm it's head
It stared at the ceiling and said
"What will happen if I disturb
The sleeping bird?"

Tip toeing, on the way to find out
Outside the house, on the lookout
The child went looking for the bird
Staining the white nightgown with dirt

There! Right there! It sat on a small tree
head under it's wing, sleeping carefree
The child got close, with a bad intention
Though Mother had tried to do a prevention
The child woke the bird up, nonetheless
And the whole village had to face distress

Oh! It was such a mess!
The bird flew away, never to return
Everyone was in such concern
Cause people suddenly fell ill
Could only be saved by gods good will

But that alone wasn't the worst part
From the morning after that night let me start
With a mother's suffering heart
"Oh, the bed is empty! Where is my kid?
Did it dare to do what I forbid?"

The mother ran, tears streaming down her face
And quickly, she found the place
Under a small tree a nightgown lays
all that was left of her child to embrace

The village grew quiet, full of misery
Trying to forget it's secret history
In thousand pieces the mother's heart was shattered
I wonder if she knew that her child now was feathered

At daytime it's singing that magic tune
Making a village to diseases immune
At night it's screaming "mum" without a  voice to be heard
The child's punishment for waking the bird