I saw 2 birds, they came to rest upon a cross of brass,
And it was on the church next door, about the time of Mass.
They were 2, a couple, I saw them there together,
And they shall fly and they shall try in any type of weather.
I thought, “Tis good to have a friend, to fly with in the clouds.”
do not see that many, but I see some in some crowds
And they stand out; somehow I know, they should not be apart.
You can spot them. Something special.
Two’s a Sacred Heart.