A Black Bird Sings About The Coming Spring?

O this small black bird her deep voice like old soprano's? She tells about the Spring flowers while flying from a tree top in a Winter garden. I was familiar with this song in my handsome youth but now almost forgotten the lyrics. This nutty head won't store anything? Who knows in the future I could have forgotten my name too? Besides, Beloved darns my old shirt's collar and she grumbles; 'Dad! Time has come to throw away all these stuffs and I bought you a new shirt.' Then I said; 'How could I throw you away my old blanket? ' She smiled like The French Lieutenant's Woman in John Fowles's novel! and I take this opportunity to wish a happy birthday to MAGNOLIA & PREMJI our poet friends!