我爬上了卡拉卡树进入了一个全是树叶但柔软如羽毛的巢。我编了首歌，独自唱下去，没有歌词，但最后很悲伤。树下的草地上有雏菊。我说:“我要把你们的头咬下来，给我的孩子们吃。”但他们不相信我是一只鸟;他们保持开放。天空就像一个白色羽毛的蓝色鸟巢，太阳是鸟妈妈，为它保暖。我的歌就是这么说的，虽然没有歌词。小弟弟推着手推车来到了那块地。我把我的衣服做成翅膀，静静地呆着。 Then when he was quite near I said: "Sweet, sweet!" For a moment he looked quite startled; Then he said: "Pooh, you're not a bird; I can see your legs." But the daisies didn't really matter, And Little Brother didn't really matter; I felt just like a bird.