My name is    Miss Mary    Mack        Mack        Mack

        you sing it      my name

I turned into a bluebird last summer, I flew 

through all the South. My wings are blue 

and I touch the sky. 

At first, I decided I was never coming back.

I took off my black

                               housedress. I knew freedom 

was not the act of flying, 

                      but the steady beat of wings. 

It was my steady black,

                      blue and my blues were gone,

I wanted to be 

                      a bird and became.