Starling, starling, standing in the light,
Your feathers shine like the sky at night.
Blue, black, purple, green,
And that is not all that is seen.
Your wings fly open,
Filling up the sky.
Your tail feathers brush the grass,
Never touching glass.
Your beak is a beautiful orange-yellow.
Oh starling, you are a very pretty fellow.
Your call is so loud,
You can hear it for miles.
You can fly to the clouds.
You make everyone smile.