O my little bird! O my little bird! Havoc has strung up Over this beloved Earth Nothing remains for you and me to love. O my little bird! Wrecked are The toys that children play The swing that made us sway. See the mail box with no overlay All the lamp posts that ran away. O my little bird! Our songs grow defeated The river gets receded See the mountains lagging behind And the sea all out dried That left no place to dwell for the pre-historic snail. O my little bird! Nothing remains, all gone No sign-post to reach any goal Worker's sweat is not their soul Paper money has no value at all The letter has no address to call Nameless, we are all.