Chirping birds always happy they have not sacks of wheat, not boxes of worms stacked in fear of dark gloomy days. Every day with new hope In search of food do birds go, worms and wheat await them plenty No day leaves them hungry. Every day brings new hope For those who are armed With faith and patience Shall find the way to victory. Bright days beckon us, A happy future awaits us. Worry no more for a Happy heart attracts success.