"Stay!" said the child.
The bird said, "No,
My wing has mended, I must go.
I shall come back to see you though,
One night, one day "
"How shall I know?'
"Look for my footprint in the snow."
"The snow soon goes - oh, that's not fair!'"
"Don't grieve. Don't grieve. I shall be there
In the bright season of the year,
One night, one day "
"But tell me, where?"
"Look for my footprint on the air. "
