Five-ten in the morning, the car is about to be packed, Abbi, tangled up in blue, is going back to Okie in the snowbound USA today. You have to let them go, let them go, let them go but its not so easy:
Then he binds the middle feathers with thread and the lower feathers with wax
and then bends what he has created as to mimic that of a true bird…
Och, I will miss her but she will fly her own way, we like to play this really loud for car dancing:
