There I was standing at the door
Of a big hotel in Detroit,
It was long , pink, and tall,
I was getting ready to walk into the hall,
Then I looked, up and down,
And there she was, a little wren that was brown,
Standing in a nest with her tiny legs,
That's whe I realized she was ready to sit on her egg.
At the big Pink Palace in Detroit's joy,
A little wren with her baby boy.