Lyrics:

Once upon a—

Once upon a time...

Once upon a—

Once upon a—

Once upon a—

Once upon a time...

Once upon a—

There was a little girl,

Who had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good,

She was very, very good,

And when she was bad, she was horrid.

Just a bird, spreading her wings;

I was so afraid to fly.

Just a bird with no song to sing,

To the endless, open skies.

Then, a bird with a broken wing,

Had to learn how to survive.

Not just a bird with a broken wing,

I can become anything.