A lonely swan from the sea flies,
To alight on puddles it does not deign.
Nesting in the poplar of pearls .
It spies and questions green birds twain:
"Don't you fear the threat of slings, Perched on top of branches so high?
Nice clothes invite pointing fingers,
High climbers god's good will defy.
Bird-hunters will crave me in vain,
For I roam the limitless sky."
In a busy country like Singapore .
Who will even bother to take a look at the skies ?
The sky is limitless .
How wonderful .
